[ If the situation were different, that's the kind of statement that Cisco would've definitely cracked a joke about. But right now, he has the good sense not to tease, and also not to ask. It doesn't sound funny at all. Just ominous, and a little sad. Cisco is trying to focus on comforting Finn, rather than his curiosity. But he can't help wondering what Finn's had to force himself to get a taste for, or at the very least, tolerate. Somehow, Cisco suspects it is a lot. So he keeps quiet and just... files it away, for his own reference. ]

The taste isn't great, but it can be useful to help mellow you out. Not that I'm recommending, you know. Drinking any time you're stressed. But once isn't going to do any harm. Temporary measures, and all.

[ He has a sip of his own drink, not wincing at the taste. It helps to give him a moment, because he's just had an idea. A really good one, maybe. Cisco holds up a finger, saying distractedly: ]

Hang on, don't go anywhere, I'll be right back.

[ A quick trip upstairs and back, and Cisco is holding a pair of very fancy-looking headphones. They are wireless, with a few faint lights glowing along the side. He sets them on the couch near Finn before returning to his seat, explaining: ]

Noise cancelling headphones. Not like the regular kind, either. I souped these babies up. Had to, when Yuri was living here. That kid's taste in music is awful. Should be enough to even block out fireworks. Why don't you keep 'em, 'til all this festival stuff blows over.