Eira didn't sit back down, but was reassured enough to refill her own glass and favor Horgar with an affectionate, if wry, smile.<span style="color: magenta">"The things I let you talk me into,"</span>she mused, shaking her head.<span style="color: magenta">"Alright, alright."</span>She clinked the edge of her glass against his, and threw back the mead before stooping to collect her belongings.<span style="color: magenta">"<i>One</i> night,"</span>she allowed.<span style="color: magenta">"I'll bunk down in one of the workrooms, and then tomorrow morning you can show me Big Bertha, and I can go all knock-kneed with wonder and praise you as the great inventor who'll finally lead our people safely onto the surface."</span>Then she leaned forward to kiss his cheek.<span style="color: magenta">"Just don't get too pie-eyed on me tonight, old man. Hate to see you nursing a hangover while you're trying to run your tests, hey?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>