[As if sensing the presence of the other hands, Dave's begins to fidget, digging into the soil, rolling it around in his fingers before digging up more.

He gives him a smart-ass smirk.]

Bitch about your own clothes; god tier PJs, remember? Self-cleaning, yo. [Smug smug.] But there's shit going on here tonight, right? Before we slip back into our tried and true lives as shut-ins, we can wander around.