"Thank you." Whether he is trying to be funny or is absolutely serious, it's difficult to tell. He does think being sensible is a compliment, enough that he's willing to take it as such even if Bob didn't intend for it to be. He takes the wine that's offered to him in a crude glass — something that isn't liable to be broken given all the ruckus.

His brow furrows at Bob's phrasing, which sounds like utter nonsense to him. He raises his glass a little without a word, raising it to his lips and taking a drink, not tasting anything odd or out of place — but that is not terribly unusual. "And to a mild winter, if we are fortunate."