Bash glances up at Ganymede, and his eyes lock in a distinct stare, mouth hanging open in clear confusion and awe. Right, that's a thing, isn't it? I mean, really a thing.

But. But, there was a question asked, and he oughta answer it. "Cuppa coffee?"

Because he's that kind of jackass, at a bar but doesn't drink. But come the end of the night, he'll play designated driver and ferry the lost souls of the bar to their final destination--or at least, where they'll crash for the night. That's part of his job, too, almost as much as ferrying the dead lost souls to their final destination.