I smile and shake my head at him while passing the bill thingy back to the bartender. I grab the keys and throw it in my pocket, walking upstairs while humming.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
That awkward moment when you jump out a window because your friend jumped out a window, then you remember that your other friend can fly. — Rick Riordan, The Ship of the Dead