[He grins back at her, circling around the chair and handing one of the ciders over the back of it for her as he passes. Assuming she takes it, he'll just be scooting the nearest chair over so that it's right up against the one she's in and flopping down in it himself.]

Good thing for me, then. I figured you've been providing the drinks for the past few years, I could return the favor at least once.

[He holds his bottle up, angling it for her to clink hers against.]