[He hasn't had a drink since... well. The day they announced the Kerberos mission. That's got to have been more than a year ago now. More like two. But he slides into the space near Ford, leaning his elbows on the counter.]
[Cheeks hops up next to him, watching the business behind the counter with interest.]
Would you believe me if I said I haven't touched alcohol in years?
[Partly because space. But also partly because losing control of his sensibilities is slightly less appealing. Since it happened so often against his will back in his world...]
TWO OLD MEN GET HAPPY OVER NOODLES
[Cheeks hops up next to him, watching the business behind the counter with interest.]
Would you believe me if I said I haven't touched alcohol in years?
[Partly because space. But also partly because losing control of his sensibilities is slightly less appealing. Since it happened so often against his will back in his world...]
I'll do the same, please?
[Polite as usual, the big dumb dorito.]