[ Oh. Great. He went and made Ben all distressed, that wasn't his intent. Feeling sufficiently dampened with guilt, Ray glanced back to crack open his beer, soaking in accidental silence while he tried to backpedal into something else. ]

Kidding, Ben. Kidding. I wouldn't let you get plastered. Look, it- we'll figure it out. Even if it's just a fuckin pot luck in the front yard.