[Nanu snorts.] I can't imagine you ever having a hangover.

[Prim and proper, hardworking Anabel, knocking back alcohol for a night of fun? Waking up with her head pounding and slumped over a toilet? Okay—maybe not that bad, but the thought is ridiculous enough.]

[He takes another small sip, actually beginning to relax. It would take way more than this to get him even the slightest bit buzzed, but the atmosphere alone is good enough for him. Quiet, sharing conversation with Anabel, pokémon roaming the house...... Nice.]

It would've been even better if I hadn't been accosted twice and almost blown to bits. [A pause; he knows she was accosted all the same, and worse than what Guzma gave him.] ...So I think I can toss out the whole night except the beginning.