Tuck hadn't actually been trying to change the subject, he was just heading down the road to Drunktown, and had momentarily forgotten what they were talking about. "Wine!" he said, rising to fetch a nice merlot from the kitchen. He toddled back with it cheerfully, flourishing a glass out for Much to hold. Then he poured him far too much, and he did the same for himself. "Holy blood or whatevers, drink!"