"I know I can!" He's not, like, a professional drink mixer and the spread they've got is a far cry from anything sophisticated, but he knows how to whip together a few easy things. Not like it'd be hard to beat that shit she's currently got, anyway. Drinking straight from any single bottle would be an improvement.

Ghoul's face scrunches up in concentration as he eyes the remaining selection. He ends up digging out only three ingredients: a clean cup, an unopened can of cold-enough fruity soda, and a mostly empty bottle of clear liquor, all of which he sets down in a line. It doesn't look very impressive...

"I'll make you somethin' that doesn't taste like the inside of a car battery, but it's gotta be your last one." Lecturing her about how she shouldn't have it in the first place would be a waste of breath, because he knows that she already knows it. He also knows that she'll likely continue to do it anyway. The least he can do is set her straight with something not-deadly.