"Yeah, I know." He blurts it out so fast she can barely finish her next sentence unhindered. Although he does process it. It and the fact that she's actually.. pretty fucking cute. He's spend the last couple of years with the same 20-30 people, it's become almost incestuous. Seeing a new person? Fresh. Seeing a new person who is also super fine? Fresher than farm fresh produce.

Look, he's even going to try a wonky smile. "I'm just saying they're the most garbage shots I've ever had. Probably because the dark ages hasn't perfected jello or vodka. These are probably filled with mead." He shakes the little cup in his hand for emphasis. "Anyway, what the fuck does back in my day mean? Like, are you from a time even before this? Caveman times? Or are you saying you're like, a good fifty fucking years older than you look?"