"I should have seen that one coming. You're on a roll tonight." Danny joked back, briefly squinting as the lights came up.
Danny was almost envious of Matt's immaculate home. It wasn't that Danny was a slob, or horrible at picking up after himself (K'un-Lun training and discipline completely did away with any tendencies towards slobbishness), but even he was prone to have junk mail sitting on the kitchen counter for a day or two, or a stray box of cereal that didn't quite make it back into the cabinet before he left for work. There was no such displacement in Matt's home.
"Yeah, that'd be great. Thanks." Danny said of beer, more than aware that Matt was trying to cheer him up (it didn't take extraordinary senses to tell that), but he was grateful and was hardly ever one to turn down a friend's company.
He followed Matt to the kitchen and started glancing through drawers looking for a bottle opener but after half a dozen of them and no luck, Danny gave up. He glanced around once- to make sure there was no one whom he hadn't sensed watching- before taking the bottles, his right hand glowing faintly, and he popped the bottles open with a flick of his thumb.
You know it wasn't all daisies and puppies, being the Immortal Iron Fist-- but never having to worry about a lost bottle opener was certainly on the list of perks.