Point taken. [He pops them together, thoroughly disliking it but willing to do so anyway for the sake of not pissing off the doctor further. Her glare was as fierce as any physical slap as he sips his cider to wash them down.

He casts a sidelong glance at her. There. Happy?

The gentle touch was more surprising than her sudden attentiveness and concern. Another sip. He slides a little closer.]

You just happened to pick out this crowd, not our fault. Ben? As in Obi-Wan Kenobi? [humorous smile.] You must be in with him good if you're already calling him Ben!