Yeah, there's always hope... he guesses. Sometimes that's in short supply. He hopes Abel makes it. He hopes Wendy takes his advice and goes back to rehab. He hopes Tara stays at St. Thomas. He hopes Ope figures out all his shit with Donna.

Hope, hope, hope.

"Here's to it." He raises his beer bottle to her wine glass, takes a final sip, and sets it down. She's cool. Weird, but cool.

"I gotta get to Ma's before she kills me." She won't, not unless he's too late, but she'll be pissed. Dragon, right? Just like Morrigan's ma, or so she said? "You can come along if you want. There's always room for someone else at the table, and Ma's a good cook."

Wouldn't be the first time he brought a girl home. Won't be the last, 'cause some things never change.