"She would." He smiles there, plainly fond, though there's an undefinable quietness to it, not quite bright and bubbly like one might associate with thoughts of her. Jae takes a significant pull from his drink before he begins again.

"Hey, I might have to hit you up once you start," he says, and means it - he sticks his arm out to show her the cuff of his blazer, which, on closer inspection, has damage that's been tacked up under his own skill. Not bad, but only efficient, versus flawless. "I'm only just kind of skating by on some of my pieces."