"Wow." That's something he hasn't heard before. Once Ramon's walked him back behind the bar, he reaches for it, procurring two glaces and a bottle of tequila (there are more than a few, but he just grabbed the one with the prettiest label. Yay, shiny gold edging.) "Never thought I'd hear that. I put a picnic hamper on the back of the bike. Got us some food for supper, we should start thinking about that. Where do you want to eat?"

He offers Ramon his drink, sipping his own.

"And I lived off cheap German Wine when I was on Earth. Standard actor's fare."