There's a momentary pause, before Ezra's jaw literally drops open as Chopper reaches into his parts bag and produces a ...kriffing pair of beautiful hand carved Lotholian shot glasses? He blinks a few times. "Chopper you're a droid, Buddy. You don't actually drink."
Chopper opens his bag again and then shoves a small canister of crude oil at him, then he stretches out his electro-prod again, as if in warning.
Ezra raises his hands up, "All right, all right, I hear you. You want to come along then n,o I'm not going to try and stop you. So long as you promise me the same thing. I will take company but not judgement of any kind at the moment."