[Rip raises a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, reminding himself that this is likely the pair’s version of “meaning well.” Of course it falls right in line that they’d expect him to drop everything and sit down for a game of cards and a beer. It’s highly inconvenient, disruptive, even rude--

And if Rip didn’t know them both so well as he does, he wouldn’t recognize the inclusiveness of the gesture.]

Yes, well. Compliments aside, there’s plenty enough time for me to get a workout without the accompanying sense of urgency, thank you. [Translation: don’t do it again. He considers the materials left on the roof: all harmless, unassembled, tools that can be replaced should they vanish. It’s all lacking in unique value, nothing overly time sensitive, and honestly? Rip doesn’t feel like trudging up so many flights of stairs yet again today.

Beers and cards it is, then.]

Should I ask what prize I helped you win? [He’s considerate enough to grab the requested drinks before he drops down in the spot they’ve so kindly cleared for him.] And poker will suffice, I suppose.

[Especially since collateral has already been provided. Cookies work as well as anything else—although honestly, Rip has no plans of actually eating anything that’s spent a significant amount of time in Mick’s room.]