::He's exploring, wandering wherever his nose might lead. And yes, he's having a field day with tasting new tidbits of food or drink he's never heard of before. Even so, having made a promise years ago, Renne sniffs and does his best to scent out any alcohol.

Alas, this time, he fails in finding any booze-scent.

And when the tipsiness begins, he stops eating a delicious pastry. Gulp. Nervous chirp. He sets the sweet down as if the thing's about to explode in his face at any second::

...Eeeeee? Noh ma-ke si-ck, p-lease.

::Futile plea, that is. Whimper::