"Well you're not wrong." it was a stupid idea but he'd thought like that too before. He stopped around the time guns and danger stopped being a rare taste, when those things got tired the will to alpha-male usually went with it. He snorted, "and imagine if this was a real bar, sometimes I regret starting up the courtesy at all" not to say he didn't accept tips for his services but it was by no means a full bar or staffed or anything, he just had a habit of inviting people who frequented to have a drink with him. It became something of a thing after a while and he sort of ran with it.
He was grabbing a handful of the remaining ice and dropping it into the bullet while he thought about what else he'd stuff in there when she asked him the question. The question. It was a damn good one because he didn't exactly have a straight answer he was willing to give.
Hesitation kept him knelt near the freezer a moment longer than normal and he cleared his throat as he straightened back up and set the bullet on the counter top. "I thought they'd be a good way to beef up my nutrition. It's easier to drink all this health stuff than cook it right." he may have also read about online how he could bring some of his aches and pains under control with protein shakes and potassium and all sorts of things that fit pretty well in a cup like this. That was the last thing he wanted to talk about though, he wasn't nearly old enough to start falling apart, it was just the abuse he'd put himself through over the years in the line of duty or maybe his recent dormancy. Either way he needed to get back in top shape, especially with all this trouble brewing underneath them.