"Yeah, I'd take the shittiest bottle of wine right about now." At least they seem to have that in common, a hankering for some booze, though if it comes from the same place is yet to be determined. "I'll make sure to let you know if I come across anything."

At least then he wouldn't be drinking alone. Though he doesn't much care either way.

"That way lies madness," Booker sighs, and he starts to head towards the kitchen but pauses as the stranger observes the tables. Does he know for sure that madness lies that way? No. Does he want to put in the effort to figure out if it's so? Most definitely not. "Know someone who wouldn't mind talking to you about God though. Not sure it'd be worth it."

It took him long enough to start asking 'why' about his particular immortal quirk, he's not about to pick up another potentially equivalent mystery.