"Probably a faulty lock or something," she shrugged. "The world is an imperfect place." However, his reaction was not exactly one she'd been guaging for, if she were completely honest. Maybe her assumption had been wrong all along. It took a lot for her not to pout right then, but somehow, she managed.
"Oh. come on, what's a few of these cute tiny, little bottles gonna hurt, Aaron?" she asked, holding one up. She wasn't honestly all that much of a drinker, but he didn't have to know that, right? "If it makes you feel better, I won't drink. You drink, I talk, I'm good at that, if you'd noticed." she laughed softly.