Strange takes a seat as well. When he does so, the hare hops up into his lap. One hand goes to petting her while the other hand takes one of the glasses that Shura poured. The liquor...honestly, smells a little like a forest, but Strange doesn't mind. He takes a tentative sip, then screws up his face in an interesting expression. It tastes good and thankfully is strong, but he didn't expect it to actually taste a little like pine needles as well.

"So, where shall we start?" Because they need plenty of conversation to get through all the craziness that happened to both of them. "Do you wish to talk about your life pre-revival or simply skip forward to that bit?"