Davin grins brightly and reaches over to snag one of his nachos, as promised. "You can count on it."

They tuck into their food in comfortable silence and then Davin looks up when he's no longer ravenous, sucking mustard from his thumb and reaching for his beer. "So, speaking of business, we should try to get a schedule nailed down for ya. It doesn't have to be anythin' too exact, but it'd be nice to have a window to schedule things in. When can ya work?"