Relax, says he, mixing me one, we change the menu all the time depending on the ingredients in stock.
Fine, I go, and what else don't I see here?
He says we were recently between piscos, so the menu isn't packing Punch, but I'd whip one out for you if you wanted.
I say no thanks, buddy, but you've inspired me to keep this train off the tracks. I ask him for a Ti Punch since they've got rhum agricole laying around like bums in the park, and he makes me one like it's nothing. Thanks for keeping me steady, I say, and blow out of there until tomorrow.