"It's alright Wembley. Truth be told, I'm a bit annoyed, too. Gobo knows what alcohol is same as we do, and yet we still get that," he said with a huff, gesturing toward Gobo without turning that way. "And now we have to deal with it until he's back to his senses."

He was silent a moment, then relented with, it wasn't quite a smile but it was close. A typical look for Boober, around his loved ones. "But it's alright. We'll take care of him, same as he would take care of any one of us. Drunk or no."