Grant laughs a little, then. Alex leans back. Grant grins crookedly at him. No brawn, no brains. All right, fine, so I have redeeming talents.
Grant manages to smile.
Give yourself credit, darlin'. A young woman in the white shirt and black pants of waitstaff approaches the table. Grant blinks at her, then at the table a moment, then shakes his head. I think I'm set. He glances across at Alex.