Yeah, he had a feeling that might tip the scales a bit. He's got plenty of them for now, and there's gotta be water somewhere, just waiting to be boiled. Inconvenient, maybe, but not the end of the world. He should know.

Taako hunkers down, elbow on one knee, and passes Newt the bottle affably enough. He wants to make sure this next bit is personal, so it's good to be on his level. "Yeah you won't, because I will definitely Magic Missile you into a smoking crater if you do." He says this without any detectable reduction in friendliness. "How 'bout it?"