[Oh. Oh, okay, it's-- it's that kind of crying. Barry breathes a sigh of relief, deflating into his seat with a glass of scotch at the ready. If anyone can empathize with crying joyful tears, it's Barry Bluejeans. A good meal can bring out the most tender emotions in a man.]

'm gonna hafta try a bite of that thing, then. Looks delicious, bud.

[Barry is a little too drunk to have noticed the pink stains on his collar - still too drunk to notice as Atem points them out. Instead, he just looks confusedly at his chest, finding a mostly pristine white shirt, free of stains. Maybe the joyful tears are impairing Atem's vision.]

Nah, bud. I'm fine. [He grins a huge toothy grin, taking another hearty sip of his scotch.] Better'n fine. I'm great.