"Good save." Kyle laughs a bit and accepts the new drinks, paying for the both and ignoring that Oliver's barely touched the first. He takes one in his hand, leaving the other ambiguously between them, and returns to icing his face.

"I can't tell if it's the cold or the alcohol, but something's making it hurt less." Another flash of a grin. "Now that we know I won and I'm feeling better, it's your turn to talk."