Alistair smiles. "All right."

Cullen gets a gentle nudge on the shoulder -- not enough to upset his drink, fortunately -- before Alistair returns to his tankard. This is good. Nice and relaxing. He can still hear the crowd downstairs, but Cullen doesn't have to be in the thick of it. A good compromise.

(Especially since a familiar, raucous melody is rising above the noise. Sounds like the rest of the Chargers are back.)