[ As Lambert judges his booze choices, Strange just ROLLS HIS EYES something fierce. ]

I like wine, [ said as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. ] And we're still in my trailer.

[ Look at Strange and look at his life choices, Lambert. There is no way in hell he's got something more alcoholic stored away for Lambert, not with the level of hot mess he operates at. They're in his trailer, he likes wine, he'll have wine hidden away for later. Taking the bottle, Strange sticks one of his claws in the top to dig out the cork. Hygienic? Nope. But does it get the cork out faster than a bottle opener? Yep. And it's just a few seconds later before the cork pops out, right as Lambert unhooks his flask.

Looking over at Lambert's little flask, Strange frowns. Honestly, he's never actually tasted Lambert's alcohol before. It's probably ridiculously potent considering the man's...well, everything, and once again curiosity gets the better of Strange. ]

Give me a little sip of that, [ Strange says, as he gestures towards the flask. ] I'm the one who's offering up drinks, after all.