Pete wasted no time pouring Link some of the good stuff and nodded back at him. He removed the cigarette long enough to take a leisurely drink, then clamped it between his lips again, so he could mumble around it. He made no moves to light it, since he had gone through the preliminary measures of slapping two patches on, earlier.
"That's good, that you've some help," he said with a nod. "This'll get yer arse in gear, if you drink enough of it? I'll leave you the bottle. Between that and Navi's cooking, you'll be right as rain soon enough."