Cricket gives a theatrical little shake to himself as his phone buzzed once and then twice in his pocket. “Sick, got ‘em. Or my mah just figured out how to attach photos of the dog.” He tucked the remaining business cards back into his dress shirt’s breast pocket this time. He would need to keep them handy.
“True.” He nodded with Nemo’s reminder that this wasn’t just a social meeting that had brought them together. “Hopefully it will be something that actually gets to talking, not just following orders. We should get a drum circle or something Ecstatic going.”
With his juggling of other items finished he took up his water again to help offset his previous ciders, comfortable to just listen for awhile as the conversation got led by the others. He listened, for the most part – even if his eyes kept darting to the margarita pizza and debating if he should risk another piece and other pressing questions.