"I need to restock my liquor cabinet far too often because of you. It's a wonder Kenobi's liver survived you," Garth'zel says dryly. So much for his drinking being an 'every now and then when relaxing or whatever' thing.

He shakes his head slightly. Time to get back on topic. "This trip is just us; the other two originally planned are busy with their respective responsibilities right now. If there's time later, there can be another trip for them." Assuming they show interest.

He hands out a hand for one of the mallets to be added to his bag. Come on, let him get that last thing packed so they can get moving.