Tink didn't know the first think about being intoxicated, or the act of drinking itself, as she had never experienced alcohol before. Neverland was full of children, they drank juice and water, and not even Peter had even been of legal age to consume or purchase alcohol if he even knew remotely what that was.
She looked into the box, seeing the large bottles of liquid, curious as to what the bottles held. She tilted her head up, eyes full of wonder as Christian opened up the bottle simply by unscrewing the lid, watching as he drank from the opened top of the neck.
When he mentioned she was late, Tink's eyebrows arched upward, before she shook her head, bell-like voice chiming at him, "Late? What's that?" She had no sense of time, she had no need. Christine had taught her days, but other than that she did as she pleased no matter what time it was. She ate when she was hungry, when she felt tired she slept or woke up, anything else during the course of her day just happened as it came along.
Slowly, she fluttered up from the box, hovering so he could see her and she could see his face clearly, curiosity covering her features as she hovered, "Who are you?" She chimed, trying to communicate.