*faces you again, holding a reddish can between two fingers, a twinckle in the eyes*
*smiles even more when seeing your face, and glances down at the can*
Ah... I remember when those where invented.
*mumbles*
And we all thought that was a joke when Charlie decided to sell it.
*leaves the can near the sink, and throws a last desperate look at the empty fridge before closing it*

Well, I was about to pay you a drink at Joe's, but if that's the way I'm treated in my own h-... in your house.... *clearly hesitates between grabbing his coat or crashing in the sofa, and finally pick the sofa option*