"You know, I actually didn't think I would have the chance to think about having a drink," Watson grumbles. "Certainly didn't last time. Apparently next time I'll need to come prepared."

He turns and heads in the direction of the mess hall, trusting Ed to follow him -- though he doesn't, not quite yet, completely turn his back. It's an automatic habit, half unconscious. He has to be a good deal more relaxed than this to let Ed out of his line of sight.

Watson could also use a drink, let's be honest.