He is already getting a hint of how bad it can get. Mostly in rationing his bottle. So he nods, lifting the new glass in toast. "Thank you. I appreciate it," he says, as genuine and grateful as he has ever been.

Nodding as she assures him it's just different, and maybe he can adjust to that in time. He hopes so.

"Thank you, ma'am. I appreciate this. Least things here mean that many are kind," he says with a nod. "Generous. Appreciate it."