Oh, it works so well on Flynn, who is so easily amused: he snorts, bright and surprised, and flashes this good-humored man an equally-easy smile. This is a horrible little town and everything is trying to kill them, but there's something nice about hanging out in a place you've come to know with pleasant strangers who take their losses in good humor. Flynn's already gesturing him to an empty seat at the bar.

"Then, by all means, let's soothe your pride with one. You've earned it, with a performance like that—it really wasn't that bad. I've seen worse tonight alone."