[Taako doesn't like being emotional effectively at all, so when everything starts getting mushy he just lets out a groan, grabs something at random from the table, and just chugs it. Better than talking. He swallows, shakes his head a little, ears flopping a little bit from the motion.]

Woo, alright, that tasted fucked up. Maybe it'll actually get me there. Next time we throw one of these shindigs I'm conjuring vodka.