[ He's caught off guard enough hearing she's from Seattle that he doesn't respond before she's off to fetch him booze -- when she comes back he takes the whiskey with a little smile, reaching for a spare glass on the next table over. No need to bogart the whole bottle. ]

I'm actually from Seattle, too. But sometimes you're stuck in an alley doing surveillance at 3am. Can't really make a Starbucks run.

[ He pours himself a glass of whiskey and toasts her pitcher. Down the hatch, it's time to catch up. ]

Cool. You think anybody can learn it? There's no magic where I'm from, I didn't even think about that.