Josh watches Isidor pour a glass out in each of the tacky plastic martini glasses. Hands Isidor's over to her. It's only then that he shrugs and gives her a wink.

"Love's the secret ingredient."

He keeps a straight face just long enough to maybe fool someone into thinking he means it before snorting. Takes a sip of his own glass.

"Nah. Secret's damn fine bourbon instead of rum in the mix."