"Huh," said Gabriel, who although he loved his siblings -- all of them, was much less inclined to meet the ones he didn't already have a strong personal connection with. It probably had something to do with his general lack of empathy over most things.
Some days though, he tried harder than others.
He inspected the bottle, the handwriting (ignoring completely anything about any Word, because honestly) and decided it was all fine and dandy. So he knocked the drink back and then gave a little sniff of appreciation once the empty glass was back down on the table. "I have good taste."