Well, you probably never met another barefoot woman dressed in a flowerbed's worth of dirt either.

[She watches him as he fetches the drink, catching the slight look of frustration on his face, and when Hoffman comes back she gives him a small smile.] I should thank you again then. You'd hardly have to invite me in.

[And the smile grows as she taps her glass against his soda can and he toasts.] To the barge. May you never have to deal with me professionally.