You got it. [Once turned away, he took a few steps, but heard the sound of the pins scattering and looked back. Enthusiastically,] Nice!
[Grinning, he took in Setsuna's look and then nodded to the unspoken question, two fingers held up.] Take two more shots, buddy. How about two more of those, ne? [Lockon then crossed to the machine and back, holding a can of orange soda for Setsuna, and his own, a ginger ale.]