"Thanks, Bones. For toasting to me while I nurse the worst hangover of my life."

[He throws in a dirty look to go with the snide tone he used before turning his attention to the cookies. They are stale and not nearly as good as he would've expected celebratory cookies to be.]

"Relax. Half of them can hardly even handle their Inmates on a daily basis and the other half is too busy ripping out each other's throats. I'm going to get a slap to the wrist and that's it."

[He has no way of knowing that for sure. He's just... cocky.]