After his first ever hangover experience on New Year's Day, Sora would probably agree with her about that, even if he had turned seventeen last month and the drinking age in Americana was... what, thirteen? He can never remember. Really young, anyway.

He looks relieved, clearly trusts her answer, and takes a sip. Soda. Excellent. "Good. I don't really want a repeat of my New Year's," he explains with a laugh, then stops and glances at his phone again, for just a split second. "Well, the hangover part, anyway. The rest wasn't so bad. Anyway, I'm Sora."