In his just this side of drunken state, Alcide thinks that this is the best plan ever to be hatched. Later, in hindsight, after he's sobered up, he'll probably rethink that analysis. He's busily making all the false apologies and getting in the bots' way as he pretends to try to help them clean up, only to make the mess even bigger. Really, he's so clumsy and so sorry, only not really.

A glance in Zee's direction just as the tray of cream puffs is tilted up, sending them into the cup of her dress is almost too much. He stands upright and just laughs, completely and heartily. The bots are momentarily confused and pause, only to get right back to the job of cleaning up.

It isn't until Alcide sees Zee at the door that he shrugs once more at the bots. "Sorry. I'll just quit helpin' and get outta your way then. You know you really shouldn't stack those glasses all fancy like. Just askin' for a mess like this." Like the bots care or understand.

A quick stop to get his suit coat and a bottle of something that's either champagne or wine, which he hides in his suit coat, and then Alcide is heading after Zee toward the door. Just outside of it, he loses it again, laughing. "Your dress, Zee. We're gonna have to clean that up. Where are we gonna dine on this magnificent feast?" He moves some of the coat material to show her the hidden bottle. Oh look, it's champagne.