The drink is a pleasant surprise. Mostly because it is cold, and in the False-Summer, cold has to be cherished. But almonds are one of the Mycologist's weaknesses.

He puts the glass down, and quite boldly scoots closer... and right into the Professor's lap. Despite having an average mass, it is as if he weights nothing.

And then he does what almost no one has seen hem to do before: He takes off his golden pince-nez. Its lenses are large and its rim hard. There are difficulties to nuzzle into someone's neck with that thing on. Fortunately, this obstacle is now gone, tucked safely away in a pocket.