"Not that I don't like tornadoes in my cups of tea," he said, for the moment putting the 'near death experience' on the back-burner. "It's just those cows and trees and house roofs they tend to stir up don't go as well with cream and honey."
He took a sip and worked the stuff over in his mouth. He wasn't a hard liquor drinker, really. If he got drunk it would usually be over beer (or whatever substituted for it) or, truth be told, fruity mixes. But the more he drunk of Tony's golden elixir, the more he was lightening up to the harder stuff. That tended to happen when one's mouth became a little numb.
"I'm still working on laughing about an actual death experience," he admitted, tossing it in like a non-sequitur, but picking up on Tony's first comment. "I guess the near death ones are easier because, as the name implies, you actually tend to live through those," he said, gesticulating. "Not that I'd never learn to laugh at the actual death one. I'm sure at that point I will have reached a level of senility where I'll call myself shish kabob Wash. It doesn't really have a ring to it, but I guess my rapier wit will have dulled by the time I reach complete insanity. It's to be expected, really."