Peter kept bouncing the ball back and forth, when suddenly there was a glass shoved in his face. Lifting a hand he caught the ball quickly, staring at the glass, and then lifted his other hand to take it. Sitting up, he stared at the liquid, clear as it was, and sniffed it. Coughing some.
"Mead?" He looked up at her, then smirked at Nat, before taking a sip, "Thanks, but I can't get drunk." Well, that wasn't true, he could but it took a lot.
He sipped it anyway, "Sorry, if the ball bouncing was bothering you. I went with one with the quietest bouncing sound on ship."