death in pied clothing

She nods, smiling. "Really. Joe wants to meet you. I mean--they all so. But Joe especially. Something about buying you a drink in place of a medal." For all her fussing and dodging and acting like her editor is a thorn in her side, he's possibly the closest thing she has to a father figure in her life. She's oddly okay with having the two of them meet. "We'll figure that out later. I'm guessing we should get you home." The water in front of him suggests so; clearly someone decided it was time to cut him off.