[If Barkeep was a little more sober, he would have done something about Sparks' blasé attitude about going home. Prod more, question it. Instead, he rests his back on the counter, drops his head, and raises it again.

It's a decent attempt at a nod.]

Which is--which is why you and me are gonna work together. Right now. [point] After the party. We're gonna adventurin' and figure aaaall this out. Been a while since I last went on one.

[Sitting around his saloon for months didn't help him overcome his homesickness, but a chance of pace would. He was stronger now than during the invasion, which meant less chances to be grievously injured. Absolutely.]