Well, whenever you feel like it, we can... [ Bruce trails off, staring as the waiter brings over three more pineaples. Damn. ] ... back and forth a little.

[ His Portuguese's seen better use, honestly, but then his main issue was always that he never had anyone to practice it with. Better late than never, though— even if he technically doesn't need it anymore. ]

They must know you really well. [ His lips twitch into a lopsided grin. ] I'd offer to help with that, but... no alcohol for me. You're on your own there.