"Yeah, right, you're like, three. You're lucky you get juice." Gar didn't have much of a taste for strong alcohol anyway, and spiking the punch bowl was only funny when you were young enough not to pass for one of the teachers. If he did it, it was probably a felony. Or whatever the English equivalent of a felony was.
Gar wasn't really used to psychic intrusion, so he continued to speak out loud to Sophie while he was walking away from her. This drew a look or two, but considering Gar was green with pointed ears and walked with a faintly feline gait, talking to himself was one of the most normal things about him. "By the way, Sophie, if there are any of those Mean Girls cliques around here that you don't get along with, be sure to tell me. It'll make for awesome fun times." He returned to Sophie with her glass. "Hi, I'm back."