Neal ducks his head into a genuine smile, tapping his glass lightly against Malcolm's. "It's a date."

The town is charming, but Neal's not surprised. These kinds of towns, the ones near fancy getaways, they're usually curated to be exactly that. But there's actually a nice arts store there and he finds himself caught up in conversation with the owner for the better part of an hour before he finally remembers why they're there in the first place and gets the tools he wants to use.

Which is a little bit of everything, since he's not sure what will work best yet for this. He's never done anything like it.