Cooper just shakes his head at the exuberance of the pair. He'll be soon to join them as soon as he's properly tipsy. He goes to the kitchen and pulls out three glasses, two small and one tall. If he gives them too much, they're liable to pass out on the floor. That tile can be awful cold sleeping on it.

He lifts his glass up towards them. "Here's to you too. Bravin' cold on Christmas 'n whatnot to get Nancy back home."