Jamie just barely caught the beer in Clint's hand and snatched it, putting it back, "Nope. You're not even old enough in England for that." Then he poked around in the fridge until he found a suitable replacement. A bottled soda was offered to Clint in exchange. And just so he wouldn't be a hypocrite (he was old enough to have a beer with his meal), he took a soda as well.
Jamie settled at the table, just staring at the pizza for a moment, sighing softly. His expression was a little distant, lost in thought, maybe slightly upset. He took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, a headache starting.