Heheh, fair enough.

[But then the inner yelling intensified. Bulba stared again, straw hanging loosely from his mouth for a second.

That was. Very straightforward. And sounded somewhat definitive, in its own way, just without a time attached. But it was... something. Bulba blinked.]

Okay.

[He couldn't actually stop smiling, even if he knew he shouldn't be too hopeful.] That sounds good.