[ It's probably too soon to go jostling Sans with a clap on this hoodie-clad skeleton's back or initiating banter, but it doesn't stop Gladio from attempting both, one after another. Gladio laughs, and not unkindly. He seems a little... tipsy? Not quite drunk, but similar to the loose and giddy mood many are in, particularly those who have those splashes of color on their skin. ]

Hah, good! [ Oh yes, and here comes that clap on the back. ] What, this? [ Gladio drops his chin and looks at the way he's been dusted with bright magenta, blue, and a strange blending of purple as a result. His left arm has a stripe of green. ]

Dunno, but ever since I've been feeling a little funny. [ He frowns, turning his hand before him. He's not an unintelligent guy, and in his line of work - back home, at least - requires him to be keenly aware of his surroundings, observant. He knows it's the dust causing it, but otherwise it seems harmless. ] It's not bad, kinda feels good.

Anyway, it's a drink you're after, right? What'll you have?