It was an interesting sort of affair that Zemo had going on with Barnes -- admittedly, Loki hadn't asked for all of the details and he wasn't really sure it was worth opening that can of worms or not, considering the Avenger's and their mess. But it was tempting.
"I prefer to not look like a sack of potatoes when being carried," Loki said primly. "Stephen will collect me if necessary." And Loki was unlikely to give any sort of warning if that ended up being the case. Then again, Asgardian liquor was much less potent on an Asgardian. It was more like... well. Regular drinking.
"I'd suggest with ice," she went on, sitting up some and leaning over to pull a dark, unlabeled bottle from the little bucket between them. "But mileage may vary. Give it a shot and decide."