"Okay good, I'm glad you feel fine," she smiled back at him. At least he was making jokes and even smiling. He was far more coherent than she would ever expect a Zombie to be, "So, any idea when this might go away? You were fine last month when we went to Disneyland." It was most likely some weird network thing because she hadn't heard anything about any other zombies running around California. And if anything like that was happening her father would most likely alert her fairly quickly.
She took the bottles and made her way towards his kitchen while glancing at him over her shoulder. She was moving quicker than he was, but she didn't want him to feel like she was ditching him or anything. Once in the kitchen she searched through his cupboards to find a couple small glasses to pour the alcohol into.