[Kate gets one of those fancy Mexican sodas that taste like strawberry-pineapple-mango-whatever, and then rolls her eyes at him, a smile just tugging at the corners of her lips.]

If I'm ever completely wasted and I need a dance partner, I'll make sure I don't call you.

[She scans the obnoxiously colorful menu for a second before continuing.]

And need I remind you which of us was the one bragging about having a black hole for a stomach?