"I better look nice. Do you know what I just spent on this, huh? Do you? I have real sympathy for Rachel and don't I wish maybe I was a little thinner because then I could borrow from her and this would all be better." Danny had almost gone against the heels, but being five-foot-two was just embarrassing and he needs every inch he can get. "Stop with the doofy looks," Danny sighs, but it's fond and he grins as he drops the Camaro keys on the desk for Steve, leaning over to start rifling through files to pick what paperwork he's going to do.