[Another laugh, though this one is smaller and softer.] Heart attacks are not happy, Eddie. I'm not letting you OD on Mexican food. [She glances down at the margarita in his hand, nodding towards it.] I know you weren't drinking when you left, but I thought maybe a welcome back drink would be okay. [And then a smile, a slow one that starts in the corner of her mouth. It's hard to tell if it reaches her eyes or not.] Must have been boring.