The sink would not be much use to him anyway, seeing as it appears to be full to the brim with absolutely nothing. But. Glitter. The whole entire damn thing. The faucet on the sink works, presumably, but running it would almost certainly end in a soggy, sparkly disaster.

The dragon picks up the ale bottle and squints at it blearily. She stares at it for a bit too long, having forgotten what the heck she's supposed to be doing with it in the span of time between her grabbing the bottle and lifting it up to eye level.

"Unnnnnnnnnnnnn... There'zabout... An amount. This amount. Left," Peridot says vaguely, once she remembers what she's supposed to be doing. "Why? Whadd're you gonna do with it?"