[Buggy is committed to his flashy big top aesthetic if nothing else. It's go flashy or go home as far as he's concerned, and he doesn't think there's any point in a dull or simple life.

Buggy stares at the glow, this is something worth thinking about. Maybe it just needs a certain amount of liquid in it? Maybe it needs multiple types? Rosi's words drag his attention back to him though, and he turns to face his friend while he puts his flask back.] What? Beri for your thoughts? 'Cause we're not getting where we need to be, and I'm too flashy a man to die down here.