"It'll be fine," Miles says, trying to reassure her. "I've had a lot worse come out in the wash." Blood, effluvia...really nasty stuff.

"Twenty-one, huh? I remember when I was twenty-one. I was already drinking anyway, though," he says with a grin. "College parties, and all." He does look a little unsure when she mentions a party for him, but...hell, she's right. He's had few enough chances to celebrate, anyway. "Sure. I'll let you throw a party, 'cause I'm really bad at throwing them myself. Usually it ends in a lot of political discussions." He's great at interacting with people. Really.