He's prepared for you, now. If you so much as twitch a finger in the direction of his drink, he will freeze your ass to the bench. Don't think he won't. To the question, though, he raised his eyebrows and made a vague gesture.

"Either, or."

Whatever was important, Smoker. Or...anyone. He'll fiddle with the tiny umbrella as he waits for the answer and faintly imagines tiny mice that could use that sort of thing.