Hawkeye pops the lid to sniff it, then deposits it with the lid on to the refreshments table, stealing something for himself to eat.

"With how many of us are from the US Army specifically, we can just about go into business setting up an outpost. Might be something to do with the danger of the profession. Or else the army's expanding into the Marrow Isles."

He taps the flask of gin on the table, "drink? We got started without you so you might need two to catch up."