[Badou knew he would be in for quite the wait; between Norrington figuring out how to send a reply and actually finding the place, he was content to sit on his ass and await Grandpa's arrival. Thus it shouldn't be surprising upon waltzing in like the fashionably late gentleman he is to the discovery of a can and a half already empty, leaving the two rugged men with most of a six pack still left. Sorta. Badou eyeballs him over the rim of his beer can, uncharacteristically somber but trying hard (....) to muster up the usual charm to come.]

About fuckin time, gramps. Didja have to put your teeth in while goin' through the drive through on the way over? You look like shit. [That was painless, right? Badou then slides down the wall to the comfy soft foam floor below and pats a seat beside him] Let's put these fuckers away.