[He's never been the kind of guy to care about underage drinking (unless it goes on in his loft when he's out of town, which only happened and but he's still not over it) so he's not going to give Erica a hard time about that. He just nods in gratitude for the water and drifts idly out to the sun porch, sitting down and settling in like he owns the place.]

So, uh. [He's calling out to her from the other room, which makes him feel like a bit of an impolite dick, but hey. He's done worse to her than use his outside voice indoors.]

Is it too soon for me to ask you about your boyfriend? He's kind of a tool. [he pauses.] I mean-- he's kind of cool. That's what I meant.