"Yeah, the rice stuff's easier on your head. So I reckon you should be alright. Or at least way more alright than you'd be with the grain stuff."

He looks around them. "Yeah, they were. A rowdy bunch. But since I never really joined in, this is how I'm finally joinin' 'em."

He's picking up his drinks far too long after the fact, his toasts never going to be met with the glasses they're meant to. "I ain't gonna pretend that we was all good all the time, but they were loyal and driven and had a good attitude towards livin', and that don't get enough credit."

Enviable, in his opinion.