[Gale startles slightly before furrowing his brow in question, keeping his balance by clasping Arthur's forearm as he finds himself soundly shaken, looking between the bottle and the man before him a few times before making his rebuttal.]

I was under the impression that a nickel would buy you a solid drink, at least! Truly, is the bottle worth more than that?

[He pauses for a moment before clearing his throat softly, expression turning mildly sheepish.]

Ah— five dollars? How many pounds is that? Sounds rather steep for a starting bet, if you ask me.