The Tailor did not look up from their small notebook that they were writing in to greet the Piper, but they said in a weary voice that suggested this sort of familiarity was a regular occurrence, "D'you know that's the professor's complimentary arrangement from the Dean that you're planning on eating?"

There was the faintest slip of their formal speech again, only a trained ear would catch it, and the Tailor knew that the Piper was not that, or if they were they didn't care.

"I don't think that's what the bottle's for, although maybe if you attempt it you can at least distract everyone from paying me any mind. That is," they said with a little more severity, "if you can keep from humiliating me too." And then, with some of the heat draining from them and their shoulders drooping a hair, "Not that you'd need any assistance. I'm off to a fantastic start myself."