[Prefect carefully filled the mugs up with Vodka, before handing one across to Parker carefully.] Celebrating? [Prefect didn't think he needed a reason to drink, although in this case there clearly was one. He lifted his mug to toast.] Freedom from the collective, and the rapture of independent thought. [He didn't sound very celebratory.] Yay for us.

[This said, he drank.]