Fallon just grinned. It was so tempting, but she knew better. She knew that not only would she probably pay the price at work, but Jackson would be annoyed. She reached for her drink, taking a sip. "I do. You're a bad influence." She winked at Seri and giggled a bit. "Ooh, while I'm thinking about it, I need your actual numerical address so that I can send you an invitation." She nodded, twisting to dig into her bag again and pull out a sparkly little notepad and a purple sharpie.