Mae was going to kill him, since Cath had once again forgotten himself in favor of well, being a person. He shrugged and waved the waitress back over.
"Maybe it will make a difference?" he suggested. "Show them you've done a bit of growing up. Not stupid at all, mate." If they got out of there, at least.
The waitress arrived with another two mugs of Guinness. Cath nodded at her and picked up his mug. "Life rarely works out like we planned," he assured him. "Or else I'd not be married and working as a librarian on an American cruise ship. And I'd not be complaining about it, except for the bloody lost in the Devil's Triangle bit."