Under normal circumstances, Adam would have taken Mikey completely seriously. It was just that, well. Snidget. Mikey looked a little like he'd eaten Stumph and turned himself gold. Or something. That totally made sense to Adam. Really, it did. He frowned as he thought. But honestly. Snidget!
"Helped make what?" Adam asked, because indeed, he could not see much more than Mikey's golden self. But he had to admit that watching Mikey move anywhere nearly sent him into hyserics. Adam had seen penguins waddle less than Mikey was in his costume. "Which? Famous Muggleman, I mean." He went on tiptoe, balancing himself on Mikey's shoulder as he looked over the top of Mikey's head.
"Fuck no," he said, shaking his head violently, making himself dizzy and getting his hair stuck on his mask. Balls. He took a moment to un-blind himself. "Unless someone asks to share it. Then you tell them you don't know what they're talking about, you have no booze at all." He took a big swig as punctuation, and propelled Mikey through the door.