To be perfectly frank, I do have some interest in seeing that the burgundy flows well through the Kamchatka. I provide it, you see.
It's unsurprising, really, considering the variety of people which the Tesseract sees fit to bring forth. We've all experienced that particular brand of confusion and, yes, despair that comes from not knowing, really, when the hell you are. Once you've finished at Pinky's, there is a spot within Potts Tower, called Sam's, where new arrivals are treated to their first drink on the house.