"All righty then." He heads toward the door: that was easier than he thought it would be. Ain't no doubt they got some fine chemistry, him and Freckles, and he ain't gonna turn down this opportunity. "You need a minute?"

He could wait outside. He could use her bathroom. He could stand here and watch her like a hawk. Really, though, all he wants is for her to go with him 'cause there ain't nothin' she'd rather be doin'. And he won't know if that's the case or not without askin' her point blank, and he ain't desperate enough to do that.

All in all, she got him in a damn good mood, no pizza required. Nope: no pizza, no polar bears, no Others, no hatches, no horses appearing in the middle of the woods, no gettin' shot or beat up or tortured. He's got no complaints at the moment, and that's a rarity.