Bret adored that smile and he couldn't help shooting an almost bashful grin back in response. At least he'd kept the sly smirk that wanted to slip out at bay. He murmured a "Thanks" to both Tommy and Glibt before casting a glance sideways at Marijuana. Was he worried that the god would know what he'd just said to the waiter? Not at all. Let him know it. And then he was putting his acting chops to good use, trying to keep a straight face at the crack Tommy made as a result.
Already knowing what he was ordering - not drinking had its advantages sometimes - he was perfectly able to turn his attention to Tommy. "Two a half," he offered with a grin. "Fully fluent in Dutch and German and literate in Hebrew. The last two were an attempt at appeasing my grandparents - it worked." Which was just one more way in which Bret was a constant people-pleaser; he just couldn't help it, it was his very nature. "Well, you told Paul and I was sitting at the table," Bret answered. "You should see when the next time Krysta, Mandy's girlfriend, will be at the center. She's from Mexico and could probably help you with the conversational stuff." At the moment he was pretending like the two adults there didn't exist at all and he thought he was going an effective job at it.
"So, I passed out a few more of the pamphlets you gave me - well, actually, I dropped them off at the Neil Simon, where they're doing Rain and Charlotte took some down to the Ambassador. You'd be surprised how many of us are bi-coastal enough to maintain residency in California." He figured it wouldn't hurt to mention that, in so many ways, he was Tommy's and that he was doing actual footwork for Tommy's party. He was absolutely dedicated - in more ways than one.