Ron scowled a bit and made a pointless attempt at flattening the fringe that George had just tampered with. Then he rolled his eyes and reached for the bottle. "It's not my fault it took the pair of you ten hours to get here," Ron informed them. "This stuff doesn't just wait around for anyone, you know. Drinks poured and at the ready, Ron set the bottle down in the middle of the table and picked up his own glass.
"Cheers, yeah? To, er....puppies. And the good of mankind. And booze!"