Bobby chuckled, pretty sure that the burst of flames from the pan was for dramatic effect more than anything. God, it was nice to be home. "Definitely better," he agreed, even though John's ego didn't really need the boost.

He followed John to the table and sat down, considering the offer. "I probably shouldn't. If I drink, I'm gonna fall asleep and then be wide awake at 3 am or something." But the thought of John asking about how his trip was and the minefield he would have to tiptoe across in answering made him reconsider. "Screw it, it's not like I have anywhere to be tomorrow. I'll fix my sleep schedule later. Beer me." He smiled ruefully at John and started assembling his burger.