[Sam pokes his head back out of the kitchen after a few moments, quietly relieved that the mice have accepted his baked goods as an offering.]

You want anything to drink? Don't have any weird green smoothies here, but I'm pretty well-stocked otherwise. If not, you're welcome to go hang out back while I grill.

[Honestly, he's never bothered to ask this Tony whether or not he still drinks, but given the issue it seems to be with the other two here, he doesn't even ask about beer, even though it's usually an automatic social thing with him.]