"I'll remember that," Joe conceded a laugh, shaking his head a little at how bubbly Eden was being. It wasn't a bad thing, he just wasn't used to being met with so much pizzazz in response to his mediocre conversational skills.
He was pretty sure that, when the day came for him to get inked, he wouldn't ask JJ to do it. JJ was a no-nonsense guy; he'd be annoyed if Joe cried or complained. Mary Beth would be a better match - but he still didn't know what to get or where to get it. He figured it was a good thing, anyway. If he'd gotten some tattoo at the spur of the moment a couple of years ago, when he was Eden's age, he'd be in a well of regret.
"Alright, well," Joe cleared his throat. "I'm gonna haul in the rest and then I gotta get back on my shift for the people getting drunk after work. It was, uh, nice chattin' with you, Eden. Break a leg tonight, yeah?"