A bottle opener. She'd grabbed a god damn bottle opener. She didn't even know how to open a bottle without one. It wasn't really like Daryl could talk at that exact moment, but at least he couldn't open it 'cause he was three sheets to the wind. Dear lord he needed to teach this girl some basic living.

If he could remember he needed to when he was sober, he was gonna do so.

Actually... "Remember to remind me to teach you how to do shit next time we're at the House," he said with more than a little slurring of his words while he reached out to take the bottle back. "Thanks."