Emanuel formed a bed of ash catching the bottle before grasping it with his own hands. He examined the bottle, noting its type and the ingredients that went in it. Emanuel himself did not drink and looking at it, it seemed like it wouldn't be too helpful as an ingredient in his cooking either, though he could make it work. Somehow. Emanuel put the bottle down to the corner of the counter where he was likely to forget about it and perhaps knock it over onto the stove, leaving a mess for him to clean up later. "Yeah. Thanks" he said, turning around.

Then, before long, there was another person in Emanuel's kitchen, and Emanuel did not appreciate his work space getting too crowded. He was ready to scream, kicking the two out of his area of operation, though at his age was just reserved enough not to do it. Still, he seemed ready as evident by the scowl on his face.

"Please leave" Emanuel pointed at the door.