Hey, Jennifer. What Jules said. Nuthin’ I can say to improve on that.
(I like to mentally image myself sitting at a back-corner table at a nice bar, music but not so loud I can’t hear, watching you two in non-stop conversation. Every so often our waitron comes over and raises an eyebrow to ask if we’re good; I give a thumbs up, check your glasses, and indicate another one for each of you. Eyebrow asks about me; nah, I’m fine [rum & coke sans rum, I’m driving], thanks. Oh wait, more pretzels?)
(Just wish there was a way to pick up the tab IRL, this is just fun to watch.)