Ah'll drink to that. [Because, hell, at least the booze is free.

And oh-ho, she knows that grin. Maybe you're not so different after all. She rests her elbows on the table beside him and leans in.]

S'a shame, though. Woulda been nice ta make some memories. [And a smirk, because she knows just what's going through your head right now, and she holds up her - still gloved - hand.] Ah've got two things ta say to you, Remy LeBeau. Think of it as your very own Christmas Carol.