[Juno rolls his eyes, tugging up his jacket sleeves. He struggles for a few moments, but eventually puts his hands together and manipulates them so that it looks like one of his thumbs is being detached from his hand. In a flat tone, he says:]

Ta-daaaah. Magic.

[Then he claps his hands and wiggles his fingers to demonstrate that all of them are, in fact, intact. He smirks a little, then rests his chin against his hand.]

Fruity but classy, huh? More of a whiskey lady, myself, but hey, as long as it's got alcohol in it, I'm game. [He gestures for the bartender to come their way.] You ever tried rocket fuel before? It's like, uh, a piña colada but way stronger--

[There's a pause.]

Do you even have piña coladas where you're from?