The apple disappears in less than two bites, since Pig is ... well, a pig. The witcher pats the side of her neck when she's finished, both of them tending to their own animals for a while, at least until Childermass addresses him again.

"Back to lizard again, hm?" He'd half expected him to pull out the necklace before they got down to anything, but it's not like they haven't gotten tipsy more than a few times with each other by now. And not just at the magic-heightened frenzy of the Celebration, either. Aloln's tropical distractions means the magician's had ample time to discover that hangovers aren't a thing Lambert experiences.

Clawed hands deftly unhook the mugs from his tail, and he holds out both in his hands "Go ahead and top us both up, if you're pouring."