[ oh god, why. today is the most trying of all the days Dave has seen. never in his life has he been so determined to practice making actual eye contact than he is when anything below that is like the cursed oculus of things to look at. thankfully that's easier to do with the shades on, and he's getting pretty good about just not. bothering with anything else.

he shrugs as casually as can be, swirling around the abomination in his own cup. ]

I'm pretty much obligated to say yes even though this tastes like complete ass. It's the novelty of it, the kind of shit you write home about. Dude—there's a drink named after me. And it costs opinions. How is that not worth every ball-shrinkling cringey sip of this thing, I ask you.

[ but he stops to give the board another look, too. ]

Most of the ones that actually sound like they'd taste good have prices nobody should have to pay though.