"No," he admits a bit ruefully. "I had my fair share of drinks out there. The Cetagandans aren't uncivilized - god, imagine, a planet of teetotalers. But it has been nearly a week. I haven't spent this long sober since I hit puberty."

He gives a wry smile, as though he's joking. Well. No matter.

"Still, this would all be far more pleasant if we were splitting a bottle of Vorkosigan wine between us. Don't you think? I don't suppose you could work your magic to get us one of those."