Lucius's eyes go round, not like a shocked child, but like a cat that has just seen its next meal go darting outside a window. He could not be more delighted at this shift in the game and Izzy's introduction of stakes. (And what glorious stakes they are.)

"Strong suggestions. Love that. Can't be worst if we're inflictin it on others to judge, though," Lucius tells him. "If that's the case you can just piss in a cup and win--far too easy.

"It's gotta be the best."

He assumes they both know about as much regarding mixing alcohol and fancy add ins...which is to say: nothing. It should be a fair challenge either way. While this, unfortunately, doesn't carry the threat of making a bad drink in the others' name, they're well past that point of the drunken argument they're having. Now it's a matter of pride and who gets to order the other around for a week.

"Give it a week? Best drink wins. I'll even let you pick three judges." Lucius drunkenly holds out a hand to shake and seal the deal.