[ A few ice cubes and a little umbrella and the drink's done. He turns back facing her and sets the drink down with a flourish. ]

On the house, for the pretty lady.

[ Back to wiping the counter. ]

Like spontaneity bein' the breath of life or somethin'? [ woops, his old age made him forget how the saying went. ] Dunno, ya don't seem to be the type. M' sure it's nothin' but bureaucracy trouble, eh?