Gus grinned at her, and noticed that the credits for Die Hard had been going for at least a minute. Time flew, right?
"Real glad you came over, Lou," he said sincerely, "And not just because of the tasty cake. You going to bring that bad boy home with you? If you don't, fair warning, you'll never see it again."
He felt like he could actually formulate a gameplan now, and for once, he'd actually muddled through an entire conversation (as far as he knew) without tripping over roadblocks or smacking face-first into brick walls. It was refreshing, and besides that? It was encouraging.