[You know, he really just wants to ignore the book but-]
Not the beverage, the ones pouring it. And I know exactly what Pino Noir is, but not whatever other substance it was laced with. Whatever that drug may be, it's making me respond to a stranger talking via notebook with hair that appears to have been inspired by a hedgehog.
[Back to tinkering about the Welcoming Center, slowly getting more agitated.]