Prince George... was offering him a handshake and had just made them Manhattans. Baxter was starting to wonder if this entire scenario was some sort of drug trip he wasn't aware he had been on until now. Maybe it had all been a strange dream? From the moment he had gotten there. The dreams he had when he slept were more normal than this!
Taking his hand, Baxter shook it and smiled, trying not to let on that he was finding the whole thing a bit on the strange side. "Should be me saying that to you" Baxter said with a short laugh, taking his hand back when the grip loosened. "No, that sounds great" he smiled. "If I get drunk and say anything stupid, I apologise now. In advance" he said, clearing his throat.