[Ah, jeez— that look is almost too much after sulking alone for a handful of days, leaving Junpei kind of half-stunned under the combined forces of being read like a book and genuinely cared about. Bringing him birthday alcohol is one thing, but the earnestness... jeez, again.

He does not blush, because he is an adult and he's got to save that for when he's had too many of these cocktails anyway, but he does allow himself to just watch Charles chatter about the drinks for a few extra seconds. Okay.

Drinks. Yeah.]

So no pressure, huh... Let's see, [he shuts his eyes to pick one of the cans at random, holding it up with a, frankly, dorky flourish. As one does. He opens his eyes to look, and,] I really don't know that much about good cocktails, so don't quote me about any of this.

[Can: cracked. Cocktail: sipped. He considers it.] ...It's... grapefruit-y?