Well, there-- [ Evelyn's reaction cuts the actual explanation short. Ahh, there's nothing quite as contagious as laughter. Except Tuurngait maybe. Philip chuckles. ] It happens.

[ He refills the cup, making sure to go easy on the rum. Wouldn't want that tolerance discrepancy to become all too pronounced.

(There are only so many upsides to being much soberer than the ones you drink with and Philip has no intention of making use of any of them.)

With a histrionic sigh and feigned disappointment he slides the beverage over to Evelyn. ]

I suppose I could find something else to wear if you absolutely insist. I do admit it's not exactly my colour...