-and she's taking that wisdom most seriously, sir. If with a hesitant nod, while she muses. "I don't know- anything's fun with the right person." It's been awhile and the memory's a bit blurred, but she remembers that much.

But she'll concede his point about having to make it, too, and maybe that's why she stops rattling her drink around long enough to give him a curious look- and lean up to press quick, sound kiss on the cheek, before she thinks better. And before backing up onto the sidewalk.

"Alright- you know my hours, call anytime," she recites, far brighter than she could manage for any customer. "But I don't make discounts for friends, so." So she clears her throat before she can ramble more, digging in her pocket for keys and making for the door.