[Soda was a good back up plan-- smart, too. Cliff ordered his own meal and kicked back, stretching his arms out in the space that they had before settling comfortably in his chair.]

Always is. There's no reason to overdo anything right now...but, enough of that.

[Sobering, he leveled his gaze on Fayt.]

How are ya doing today? You had me a little worried there, the other night.