[It is a little surprising, but not unfamiliar; after all, Barbatos's hands were often quite steady enough to pour more drinks even when he became drunk. So Zhongli merely accepts the glass with a nod, a faint sense of familiarity in he action.]

I agree. It is much more joyful to partake in such activities with friends, or companions.

[He says the words with a small hint of nostalgia in his voice. Times like these remind him of when he and the other Seven would gather together to share knowledge, stories, and drinks together on Mt. Aocang. He takes a moment to examine the wine offered, taking a deep breath to take in its scent.]

This is a fine brew, if the scent is anything to go by. I am reminded of an old friend of mine, who would often bring me bottles of locally brewed dandelion wine every time he visited me.

[He takes a casual glance around, but he doesn't see Venti around anywhere. He had no doubts that the Anemo Archon was somewhere, indulging and taking in his fill of food, wine, and nonsense.]