The plastic cups are an adorable nostalgic touch in Victor's mind. He hasn't had cause to touch one at all since his college days and even then a potted plant at the house party received the full pint of keg beer that Victor didn't even remotely care for. The cup had only even been a prop, after all.

"Is that so," he says it as a statement more than a question, mixing interest with disinterest smoothly, "And do you use that to try and instill a bit of cheer into our black bastard hearts, or are you just a bit of a masochist?"