[Sorry, she's definitely chuckling underneath her breath.]

Aw, you poor thing. [repressing the urge to tweak his beard. Instead she pats a hand onto his shoulder.] Tell you what. You hang tight and tell a few kids how good they've been this year, and I will hunt down whatever serves as a liquor store in this holiday hell and find you something extra formidable, free of charge.

Sound good, Boots?