[Bulba had been more or less okay up until this point. He'd felt oddly calm, all things considered, and had managed to say what he wanted to say without much trouble at all for once.

He had not considered just how flustered Vinnie could have potentially gotten. He didn't really think there'd be too much of a reason for it. Bulba's blush crept back slightly after the appearance of Vinnie's, and he idly fiddled with his straw.]

Um. No. Not always.

[Fiddle fiddle.]

Since late last summer, I guess.

[Fiddle.]

Probably.

[Sip.]