Spencer's fairly certain he hasn't seen her with more than just a drink or two in her, so he shakes his head with a small, amused smile. He hasn't been outright drunk himself since the night Joel had come over to the house the first time, the night they'd spent sharing a bottle of whiskey, the night Spencer had started to think that maybe being alone all the time wasn't what he was meant for after all. He certainly doesn't plan on having too much tonight, but he might just have enough to get him to a state that nobody here has seen him in before and there's something strangely exciting about that.

"That's all right, I'll likely just blush and get awfully sentimental. The giggling will happen if Joel comes up, that's all I know." He takes a long sip of wine from his mug, smiling over the rim at the dryness of the red and the sweet taste of the cherry on his tongue. It's one of his favorites, this wine, and his mother's, too. It's what she'd always take to dinners they'd be invited to or what she'd set out for guests at their home, and it had never disappointed.