"That's why you should make him get married in a Speedo suit or something," Kate teases, and then makes a triumphant little 'aha' when she finds the glasses.

She drops down on the sofa next to Danny, sets the glasses on the table, and lines them up for bartender pour. Except she doesn't waste the vodka with the splashy move, just pours them separately.

When she hands off the glass, she gives him a look over. Not as fried as she'd have figured him to be by now. "You all copacetic?"