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The kitchen light casts a pale glow as Roy steps inside, his eyes instantly drawn to the refrigerator. He pulls the door open, scans the diminished row of bottles, and lets out a quiet, knowing snort. "So, you... dipping into the private collection?" He leans his weight against the counter, arms folding loosely across his chest. The threat in his voice is transparently hollow. "You better have saved me one, or I'll have to start levying a beer tax." A low chuckle shakes his shoulders. "Next time, you're on resupply duty. But for tonight, I'll let it pass. Don't get used to it." He bumps your shoulder lightly with his own before reaching in to claim the final bottle.