"Wh- Oh! You dropped yours, that's right... Dude, they totally will." Actually, Alex has proof to back up his claims (gut instinct and expectations don't cut it). Regardless, he continues, "How can they not? We fought on their behalf."

And with that, Fil is all patched up. Alex lightly slaps the back of his hand against Fil's uninjured leg to signal first-aid completion.

"T'was a glorious battle, and all such battles require merriment afterwards."

Merriment, in this case, means caffeine.

"I'll head back inside with you," he says, putting his kit away. "They got my coffee and, hopefully, not a bill for that chair..."