[He lets out a laugh as he jokingly sinks into his seat, further and further down like he's trying to casually melt onto the floor and slip away. He eventually sits back up, of course, his laughter now a bit more sheepish than before.] That was me shrinking down to size and being properly put in my place for being such a jerk.

That's all really admirable of you, Laurel. I can't imagine any of it was easy, but hopefully it was rewarding. I'm sorry to hear the place was destroyed, though. .. California?

[Once the waiter comes, Major motions for Laurel to go first while he finalizes whether he wants to go full Seattleite and be pretentious in his drink order ... or be a little more reasonable and get something simple, like a coffee. He's shamelessly using Laurel's order as a gauge.]