It's cool. She seems like a happy drunk, and like - nimble? Relatively speaking. Stevie Nicks is singing low in his left ear and Bunny hooks a finger through the string to cut off the sound of the proverbial woman who loves somebody, smiles back.

"Probably not," he replies, not particularly bothered by the notion. Or realizing that this is an appropriate moment to interject with it. Whatever. It'll get there when it gets there. He knows hers - Duke's mentioned it enough that it's gone and stuck. "Good birthday?"