...Okay.

[Darin stands up and wanders into the kitchen. She'll hear him rummaging around a bit, the clinking of glass, and then he returns.]

[In one hand, he's carrying two packs of six bottles each. The other, a pair of glasses which he sets down.]

[He picks two of the bottles and pops the cap on each with his thumbs, then pours two fizzy glasses.]

[Then he sits across from her and slides one over to her.]

You don't know how to relax? I'll show you. Lucky for me, I stocked up before things went to hell for my yearly evening of reflection.