A second cube is in hand and peers into the contents quietly. Something to toast? He really can't think of anything. Nothing positive. He's had hell of a week, and while Ultra Magnus has never been good about considering the silver lining to most matters, it seems harder now than before.

"I don't know. Suggestions?"

Here's to them, the ones left over. That's all he can think of.

Because there's not much more that's brighter than that.