"I don't drink often enough to know what I get." She said with a bit of a shrug, though the few times she had it was a lot of laughing and stumbling. That was pretty much all she could remember of those times, anyway. She rolled her eyes at the mention of the bet, but moreso his coughs to try and cover it up. "Okay. After Friday is fine, then. We're busy with Thanksgiving and whatnot, anyway." She sat with her hands resting on her belly, twiddling her thumbs a little as she laid there, head on his shoulder. This was really comfortable. She didn't want to think of how comfortable this was.