triple banana, bitch

                      ” I’ll go to the back then, you stay here and watch the front. “

             but the ire's left his tone; it's more              their idle bickering  than  anything              else now,    and he looks forlornly              accepting of it all. his weapon's in              his hand now,   and Danny makes              a small  gesture  and   quirks   his              eyebrows upwards to say,        go.

                      ” No? Danny, you haven’t even heard                                        what I was going to say. “

   ’                 and yet I am not blind. I see the look in    your eyes, Steve,         and the answer is no.   I do    not  care   what   you   were   going   to   say.   No.     Nein. Nyet.  However you say no in Steve-inian.  ‘

"Pineapple coffee. Pineapple coffee. Pineapple coffee." 

                                                                                                 "Kono, so help me--"

"Now, what was it again? You definitely wanted the pineapple coffee, or…?”

"Also, threatening a police officer-- pretty sure I could charge you for that. Or at least get a second coffee out of you, which would be great. Which, speaking of that abomination to the name of coffee, no. Stop that. You are not mentioning that blasphemy anywhere near me."

Uh shit, um. Danny?

"You-- you've got some explaining to do, I hope you know. Jesus christ, Matty--"

You can go with me, or I can go by myself. And probably pick up a serial killer. I always pick up the dangerous ones. 

Alright, yes, I am tagging along, though god help us all.

Yes, please.

So-- quiet day, huh?

Whatever.

--You up for a beer?

I want to be irresponsible. Come with me. 

Kono, we do not need another Steve around here. Also, you're lacking a few qualifications I think I should point out-- one, you're not insane. Two, you're smart, not a deranged Navy SEAL. Also, three, and most importantly, I think, you are not a man.

"The sandwich was delicious. " Kono takes a left, then waits, cocking her head at him. "Old man, I’m telling you." 

"Also, don't talk back to your elders."

"What have pineapples ever done to you, brah?" 

"Onwards, rookie. I'm falling asleep, here."

"You can order it online. Or, you can walk out of HPD with me, and I will go get you some right now." 

"I'm definitely going with you, but only to make sure you do not get me that offense to this green earth."

Releasing him, she steps back to space out an appropriate distance between them with a small bow of her head, “Dat’s all yer gonna get fr’m me, ‘cause I don’t feel bad in da slightest datchu getta work in Hawaii. I’ve always wanted t’ go, me — but y’know what? Lunch sounds great ‘bout now, ‘n we could use some catchin’ up.”

"Great-- how about that one place we used to go? Remember that little cafe? Man, I loved eating there." Rambling on, he offers his arm to her with a little bow, just to try to get another laugh out of her. He's smiling ridiculously, of course, because he's happy.