He folds himself onto the stool next to her, which causes a couple of other patrons at the bar to make passive-aggressive faces at having to lean to watch the show around him. (Carrie has left the stage covered in red glitter and fake blood, and a person of indeterminate gender in a bear suit has taken her place.)

"Auntie Dem would probably be a lot prouder if I was around for the growing part and not just the picking part." He picks up his drink. "Υγεία μάς."