David laughed. “Well, if Dog agrees, then it must be true,” he joked, her smirk causing his expression to soften. She had a pretty smile.
Lightly licking the paper before he rolled it up, he flicked his eyes up to look at her. It was weird, how familiar he was getting with her expressions and what they meant. This particular one usually meant “thinking.” She wore it a lot, actually. Always thinking. That was one of the things that David appreciated most about her; how those gears in her head always turned. He watched her sit down and bit his lip. He was definitely comfortable around her, but David's level of comfort was a weird thing. Put a woman into the mix and it fluctuated easily. Rather than think of that for too long, though, he reached down into his pocket for his book of matches.
“It is nice, isn't it?” he asked her, and he nodded when she asked him if he was glad, smirking a little at her upside-down face. “We've all needed a vacation, I think. Easy to forget the world's a mess in a place like this. So yeah. I am glad.”
Once again, he laughed and nodded. “Gladder, anyway,” he mused. “You want the first?” he asked, offering the matches and the joint.