They don't give you many good things at all in prison, I've found.

[ Not that he's spent much time there himself. Or has he? These are the mysteries of Molly.

But his new friend has a name! Good job remembering to do that before they're both completely shitfaced. ]

Mollymauk Tealeaf, at yours. Call me Molly if we're going to be drinking together.

[ He peers at the can Rokurou holds out, but none of it means anything to him even if he bothered to read it closely. Ah well. ]

May I?