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Obviously I'm not here right now, but leave a message and I'll--listen to it. Eventually.

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[Well at least one of them enjoys it; Rip, for his part, scowls a bit when Lisa lets out that giddy laughter. Unfortunately for him, there’s just enough warmth in his eyes to betray the fact that he isn’t truly mad at her delight. If anything, it is good to hear her laugh so freely, when over the course of the last several days, Lisa had been forced to endure the fear and sorrow she experienced as a child.

Still. He would prefer if it weren’t entirely at his expense. For the record.]

You behaving yourself; now that I’ll have to see to believe. [She is a Snart, and back to her rightful self at that. Somehow Rip suspects this won’t be the last time she leaves him flustered before the night is out—but she does offer him at least a touch of hope. It’s generous, really.

So much that he’s a bit tempted to roll his eyes.

When she starts to walk Rip is quick to follow after, catching up to walk beside her after a few harried steps.] Right, well. Fortunately for me I’m actually good when it comes to pacing myself. [And at holding his liquor; Rip’s got a surprising tolerance given his lanky frame, but he thinks it something better left unsaid. What he doesn’t need is a Lisa Snart determined to see just what it takes to get Rip well and truly plastered, and not just for the sake of his dignity.

No one enjoys a hangover, after all.]