[He's already shaking his head when he starts the recording.]

The last thing I need is to get drunk again. Or hungover.

[Fiona'd made him some sort of hangover cure last time. She'd laughed at him, of course, but she'd been very kind. The thought isn't particularly relevant, but it passes through his mind anyway.]

But I could use one or two. [One corner of his mouth drifts up a little.] Wouldn't be the first drink I've had with someone who doesn't like me.

[He half-turns, looking the yard over, and waves a hand at it.]

Even if you'd rather not... all this, I wouldn't mind buying you a few. Just name the time and place.