Gary eyes the jar of glazed cherries, considering his chances of nabbing one before looking back up a moment later. "Serving vodka to the dinosaurs," he grins, playfully, and then goes through with his impulses and leans over the bar to grab one of those fruity treats, just as casually as if he was aiming for a handful of peanuts. "You think you could teach me some of this? Or did the surgeries give you, like, superhuman bartending powers or something?"