[Eventually, the burning subsides and Flynn is starting to feel relaxed. Really relaxed. He bobs his head along to the conversation, conveying his interest and taking in as much as he can.]

I don't know if it's me or the alcohol talking...but this place sounds strange. Like really, really, reaaallly strange. I mean, here I thought glowing magical hair was strange!

[Shakes his head.] Ha! Glowing magical hair is like...is like...I don't know. [Peers at his whiskey, nursing it once more.] Something not so strange in comparison.