Tooo... [Jacob finds he doesn't want to risk spilling it over his fancy American wood, so he drags out the word for as long as it takes to walk around. He's here, he's thinking, he's looked at the train--]
To The Best Friend of Charleston. [He can't help but grin at his own stupid little toast, even behind the glass. It's a miracle he doesn't spill it touching it against Ned's and taking his first sip, because he's laughing to himself the whole time.]
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To The Best Friend of Charleston. [He can't help but grin at his own stupid little toast, even behind the glass. It's a miracle he doesn't spill it touching it against Ned's and taking his first sip, because he's laughing to himself the whole time.]