"Who doesn't love something blue, especially when it's not borrowed?" Dick joked along with her, taking a sip of his juice. He was really just waiting for her response. All bartenders waited for the response. The thing that let them know if they were good enough, or if they needed to try harder.

Making drinks, that is. "I'll keep making different ones, you can help me figure out some kind of a special drink deal." He grinned. "People love those kind of things. Drinks you can only find at a specific place."