Drunk flying is one of those ideas that was maybe better on paper. Granted, it's a blast, but what should be a simple maneuver to catch his bearings leaves Eddy momentarily lightheaded as he pushes back against gravity and brings himself level with Tybalt. "..Hey.." As recognition registers who his companion is, some thoughts prickle at the edge of his mind, reminders, mostly, to not make things weird, because the last time— But they go drifting off elsewhere when Tybalt speaks a second time.

Through the entire collision, Eddy'd held the star tight against his chest, and now he loosens his hold to reveal the small shining object. It's not a real star, obviously, but Eddy still feels a swell of excitement and wonder as he looks down at it. "Badass," he concludes. Without any warning, his focus shifts back up to Tybalt and then he's tossing the small star over his head, like he's returning a Quaffle to play. "Catch." He gives Tybalt a brief head start and then he's chasing the star as well.