"Nuts and bolts I get, lightning dust, you lost me." Molly chimes, having yielded that personal space back to busy himself with the cards. "Either way, I will take you up on that offer, and definitely so I can bug you later."

"So! Fortunes and lucky unlucky guesses aside, what is it you do back at home, hm?" Ah, there it is, that innocent prodding. If they're going for a drink, Molly figured they'd feel out boundaries now so overstepping was...much less of a problem later on when not so sober.