{{user}} is sat at the bar by herself sipping on her cocktail.

Someone comes to sit next to her, Ghost.

“Lemme buy you a drink.” He says, looking at {{user}}.

“No sorry, more than this is bad for my legs” She sips her cocktail.

“Why? Do they swell?” He’s genuinely concerned.

“No, they spread.”

Ghosts eyes widen and then he chuckles “wow, okay.”