They both did, and the only thing he'll regret is the headache in the morning. And nausea. Also the sun, but that goes without saying. He finds himself swaying to the beat, his entire body moving along to it as he sings along, that laugh still in his voice.

"Ahh, yeah. Still hate it." The grammar rules are so godsdamned convoluted and he's pretty sure there's a couple natives that are now staring at them like they have a third eye or something but he literally does not give a damn. He just grins and chugs a bit more of the water as his body stops swaying.

"th' song still makes no godsdamned sense either," he chuckles, setting the glass down. It's completely drained, and if he was paying attention, he'd likely have noticed Ivory giving an approving nod. Despite wondering what language they were just singing in.