I've got this one, Jessie. [this to the busy bartender Chilton had just addressed, nodding the woman off.] You go on and work the other end.

[some things are best handled personally, particularly when it provides a generous angle from which to view the good doctor's irritation. He'd intended to pay Chilton back eventually for that too-public jab a while back, and hell if the money rolling in off these nominal shots doesn't feel like a debt repaid.]

I can pour you two at a time. Virginia law. [smiling and at ease, his hands going through the practiced motions of rimming the glasses and mixing the liquor. Blue eyes flash up with good humor as he tops them off.] Now, you're gonna want to blow them out before you drink 'em down.

[which is when he lights the shots with the click of a lighter and a showman's flare, the cinnamon rim crackling beneath a short, yellow flame.]