Jaxom, of course, is more delighted by the booze than he is his ex, but he wasn't raised by wolves so he returns the kiss, albeit slightly less enthusiastically.

"Welcome to hell!" It's better than The Present Place. But at least the surfing is decent. (Mind your ankles; the sharksquids like the taste of human.)

Obligatory greeting done, Jaxom snags one of the bottles and clasps it to his bare chest. "Oh yeah, baby. I've missed you so."