How is Bugs... doing... that. Questions to ask later when he's not in crippling pain. He doesn't notice the jug either, if he ever does expect even more questions because dear god, endless alcohol?

"Heh, no where near a fish," a kind of bitter chuckle before he takes another swig and sets the jar down. Summoner soon moves to sit with his legs crossed under him, hunched, arms in his lap.

"Not really at my best right now-" Jerk of pain, eyes closing, "Bugs..."