[Davesprite blinks evenly -- she might notice he doesn't stiffen or jump as he used to as a teenager. Still not quite comfortable, but not so intensely out of his comfort zone as it had been just a few years prior. He doesn't offer a hand back, but his small smile returns.]
You don't have to thank me. All the above is the least I can do.
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You don't have to thank me. All the above is the least I can do.
[He glances at her empty glass.]
You down for another?
[After all, he did pick up money earlier today.]