Eddy slides his hands around his cup, like maybe they need warming up. Or he's really about to pick it up any second now, he just keeps getting distracted. Either way the cup remains firmly planted on the counter. Chanel's answer doesn't surprise him. Even drunk, she somehow manages to stay polished. When she poses the same question to him, he gives a small tilt of the head and rolls his shoulders, thinking back on the evening. "Yeah. About the same," he admits, shy smile creeping across his lips. "Had a lot of fun."