[Kate puts a hand up to her mouth to hide her grin, letting out a quiet, thoughtful hum.]
Look at poor Mr. Argyle Sweater Vest. He doesn't have a clue.
[She could step in and save him, but Sweater Vest was creeping on the already harried bartender just an hour ago, so Kate isn't feeling particularly friendly towards him tonight.]
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Look at poor Mr. Argyle Sweater Vest. He doesn't have a clue.
[She could step in and save him, but Sweater Vest was creeping on the already harried bartender just an hour ago, so Kate isn't feeling particularly friendly towards him tonight.]
Want to bet on who figures it out first?