Nikolas had to concede. The idea that either of them could return to any areas of the castle currently populated by students or authority figures was probably quite unwise. "I thought that might be what you were drinking...not a bad choice, though this is much better."
Finishing off whatever remained of the bottle in his hand, Nikolas tossed it aside. It landed with a clatter and rolled back into the interior of the tower noisily. He leaned forward to stretch for a few moments and gave a wide yawn before reaching over and extracted another bottle from the bag. As he groped about for it, his hand came to rest briefly on something he hadn't recalled putting in earlier. When he extracted his hand, Nikolas was holding both the bottle of stout and what appeared to be a rather old and well-worn smoking pipe.
"Hm." He looked at both objects with some curiosity, then shrugged. "I'd wondered where that'd gotten to. Odd."
For a while, Nikolas managed to sit in silence. Still, the more he continued to drink, the more he felt the urge to keep talking. It was an unfortunate fact that he had discovered recently - he seemed to become infinitely more likely to ramble when even slightly intoxicated. "Did you get another charming letter from home, then?"