Sometimes Diggle was alright. Weird, but alright. Dorcas liked that he wasn't thrown by her joke.
She only realised she hadn't eaten dinner when Diggle brought it up. "Oh, yeah, sure," she said. "Whatever you're having. And a pint." She addressed this last part to the barmaid, who jotted it down accordingly.
"So," she began, lighting up a cigarette, "Why don't you start by stroking my ego?"