kate & beau.
A sensible woman would probably have realised quite how terrible an idea this was, given the Yasha-shaped bruise she was trying to ignore, but sensible had left the building a drink or two back, and she caught herself laughing - not a cruel, disparaging cackle, but a genuinely amused snort.
"Don't." A beat. "I mean, you can, if you want? Like, don't feel you have to stay just because of" - she held up her wrist, waggling the key suspended from a chain wrapped several times around it - "but I could stand to hear more? About how you handle a bow. If that's..."
... shit, wasn't she usually much better at this? Deep breath. Smile. Try again.
"You're doing great. Do you want a drink? Let's get drinks."