[ This is turning into a mini-disaster, between remarks about appearances getting potentially out of hand, and the sudden reveal of alcohol mid-run, even while knowing that the drinks and food can have the same affects as if real.

Ganymede sighs. ]

I'm not getting in between this little misunderstanding between you two, so clear it up right away.

[ But! Ganymede does take one bottle of whiskey. Maybe he'll actually need it for later. He will bear the appearance of the ugly flesh walls with a virtually sober mind, for now. ]

Now, why would you think the walls are sentient?