"I never did count you as one for taste." His own drink arrives and he spends a few moments looking into it rather than drinking right away. Lifting the mug would take effort. He doesn't feel like effort right now.

It sits, unsipped, and he figures at least he made it to a stool and it's in front of him. And he bought a drink for Raylan. Two achievements. It's a better day than he's had in... days.

"Frankly, I don't even care if you like me. If I tried to make everyone like me I'd have no time for anything useful. I'd take tolerance. I'm alive and I'm not going anywhere, and you huffing and puffing constantly can't be good for your digestion." Oh, hey, he did manage a little snark. He's not sure that's a success, though. It might count against his achievements for the day.