Like hell. [ She gives him a rough clap on the back, right between the wings. ] It's my treat. I'm the only one that hasn't welcomed you home yet.

[ That's probably the most she'll say about him being gone. A small, subtle acknowledgement of this thing they're both a part of — and casual enough to be played off, if they both prefer. But there's this point too: That she noticed, even if it didn't feel like her place to do or say anything about it afterward. ]

We can decide on risking my ass for fun later. You got a bar around here you like?