[ Despite usually seeing the mugs a bit larger than this, Clive isn't exactly opposed to having some drinks with a fellow crewmember. Especially since their last drink together was water, having something a little bit stronger would likely do them both good. ]

That would make the two of us. [ He holds the small glass up as well, face turning as he attempts to think of something to start out with. ]

I... [ He's really trying to think of a lie, but the more the wheels turn in his mind, the more obvious he begins to look. Clive was never a good liar in the first place. This is a terrible game for him. ]

Was an... avid playwright in my youth. Wrote more than three— no, four, I believe.