"We're about the same age, I think. Proportionally. I'm only just considered an adult, myself. I'm 82."

He eyes the gin bottle with a thoughtful hum. "I only ever had human liquor at his album party. Ours is similar but made with different plants, I guess."

Small hands smooth Ziggy's hair, and then with a gesture, Rondo brings one of the orbs closer to Ziggy's face, letting it touch his lips, like a light kiss. "It's just me," he tells him. "I'm here with you, okay, Ziggy?"

If he'll accept a kiss, Rondo has an idea of how to get him to swallow a little gin.