Molly taps his against hers, as gently as he can to avoid spillage. "Oh, always. And to further luck in all your endeavors this fine festival."

He holds his mug up so he can use his other hand to grandly bow, flipping his coat a bit. "And with your tastes expanded and your afternoon improved by my presence, I must be off. Take care to enjoy that and if you feel a little tipsy, try not to pass out in the gutter."

And with that... Wonderful advice, Molly saunters off in a direction, sipping on his alcohol and shouting happily at vendors and passers-by alike. He's a weird one.