Boober stuck close to the door, at least until he was able to fish a clothespin out of his basket and stick it over his nose. Only then did he edge closer, watching Gobo warily, who was watching him in turn- and blinking out of turn, when it occurred to him that his eyes needed to blink in the first place.

"I... I see. Well." Setting the basket down, he knelt and waved a hand in front of Gobo's face, which caused a giggle. He picked up a wrist, let it fall, then grabbed Gobo's tail and floofed his hand through the belouvious. More giggles.

"He doesn't seem to be suffering from alcohol poisoning, just an acute state of drunkenness." He stood up, and stepped back. Well back. "Water is a good first step. We need to get some food into him, too. And for goodness sake if he falls asleep, don't leave him alone." Boober waved a hand. "Get him into that chair while I get a plate of something together."