His eyebrows lift at the name, lips twitching against the pull of a smile at 'Wynonna'. Nothing particularly flattering about being compared to an ex in any fashion, especially on first meeting. The slight squint of one eye turns into a humorous halfmoon of them both over a brash grin.

"Hat keeps most of the sun off me." As though that was even close to what she was talking about. It wasn't and he knew it. "Slipped my mind. Only room for one bottle and that's reserved for whiskey."

A man of taste.

"Earp - you wouldn't-" He shrugs with his face somehow, lips turning down in a brief 'what the hell why not ask' kinda way, "-Happen to be related to Wyatt Earp, would you?"