"Nah. You'd still get plenty done with these though, so keep 'em." He gestures at the remaining four in the pack with a smirk. For Nick, drinking lite is for the sake of drinking something. It'd take a lot more to even make a dent on his tolerance. And truth be told, moonshine isn't exactly Nick's first choice of whiskey either. That's something to drink for the sake of getting drunk and nothing else. Grief made the taste bearable the last time he had it.

His smile flatlines at the memory. It was the darkest state he had been in since mom. He looks away from Luke, eyes straying back to the photo earlier. Thinking about the familiar faces that have been long gone brings him back to their present reality. Distractions can only last for so long.

"Hey," he's not sure if it's his nerves or just the beer, but it's lost its taste. He hasn't taken eyes off the photo but he's not really looking at it either. "I got somethin' else for you too."

He takes a long drink before setting the can down and reaches into his pocket to hand Luke a note he had scribbled down earlier. Passing notes like this feels dumb when he knows he can just say it, but considering how many times the Gamemakers threw shit in his path last time, he doesn't want to chance it.

What the note says is already about taking chances. He doesn't expect a good reception from Luke as he waits.

Going for the cornucopia on the next one. We gotta have supplies and not have it be like last time.