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“Yer not half-bad,” Digger said to Len, poking a finger into his chest.  “Your puffy coat’s stupid, but you’re a good bloke with some decent plans.”

“Thanks,” Len muttered, more than a bit taken aback by how positive that had been. 

“You make me laugh, ya li’l larrikin,” Digger said to James, who grinned broadly.

“I’ll take it,” James chuckled, also rather surprised.

“You play some decent tunes, mate,” Digger told Hartley, who shrugged.  Who knew?

“I like it when you make nice weather for the barbecues,” Digger said to Mark, who visibly wilted a bit.

“…is that all?” Mark asked, slightly hurt, and the other man laughed uproariously.

“Ah, yer a riot too!  Ya got good taste in magazines.”

“Magazines?” Mark asked in confusion, but the good captain had already moved on to Sam.

“And then there’s you, Scud.  What more can I say about a top bloke?”

“Did you get me mixed up with the other guy, or…” Sam began, though Digger wasn’t finished.

“Always has the best beer!  Can always be counted on in a pinch!  Looks good in orange!  Has a nice arse!”

“Did you just say I have a…”

“Yer barmy, mate, I said no such thing!” Digger replied amidst peals of laughter, only to run from the room and trip heavily on the way out.  He landed flat on his face and was still giggling when the other Rogues came over to help him to his feet.

“He’s going be embarrassed when he sobers up,” Mark observed, and Len snorted derisively.

“He’s not gonna remember any of this.”

Sam looked thoughtful.  “I mean, hopefully he’ll still remember the ass comment.  It was nice of him to notice,” he said as he began admiring his own profile in a nearby mirror, and the others decided it was time to do literally anything else.