"Condolences," Marty replied. It sucked to lose people, but a fact of life. He'd not dwell on it or anything. "I have none. It's just me," he paused, and corrected himself. "Well and my dog Jericho. Who is probably wandering the hall outside or something."
He contemplated her suggestion of booze and sandwiches as payment. Made him think of an old commercial for gum for some reason. He couldn't quite remember which commercial. Or which gum. Oh well. "I will never turn down a good sandwich, and definitely won't turn down good booze." He straightened in his seat and loosely crossed his arms.
"I will invite you along. I might wait until closer to Halloween. If we still celebrate Halloween here. Otherwise I'll just wear it whenever." He was the type that didn't really care what people thought, if it got attention. He was confident enough in himself that he would run around in brightly colored spandex if it got someone to laugh. Brighten someone's day and all that. Deep down, Marty was a really nice guy.
"I mean it. It's been great so far. I'm not wearing your soup and you haven't stormed off. That's nice. Not how my conversations normally go. At least with the opposite sex."
He laughed loudly for a second. "Glad to know that you will be the one to inform me when I cross over into that territory."