Hell, if Lambert's offering...Strange knocks back the rest of his wine worryingly quick then offers the now-empty glass to Lambert. "If you wouldn't mind pouring it, I won't say no."

This is how Strange gets absolutely hammered at the end of the mage meeting. Because load him up buddy, he is perfectly fine with that faerie ale that Strange drastically underestimates how badly it'll fuck him up.

"Have you tried the sunlight ambrosia yet? I picked up a few bottles of that for myself. We'll have to meet up and split it one of these evenings." Magic club has apparently turned into booze club, at least for these two idiots.