I would prefer pizza.

[Or several things from home that probably wouldn't go over too well with the ladies, so Sanya doesn't elaborate on the wonders of world cuisine.]

Da. To all of that. And to the company I am keeping right now.

[He lifts his bottle, eying the both of them with a raised brow, and then takes a drink. His tolerance is stupidly high, given his size and practice, but hey, vodka is vodka.]