Dib chuckled quietly at the first, but the next, his head tilted and he considered it. "Sure," he said finally after he finished off what little he had left of his beer. "Sounds like fun! Here," he said, reaching into one of his jacket pockets to pull out his phone, "What's your number? I'll send you a text so you can put me in your address book, we'll get in touch when it's time for that. Honestly, I probably should get out of the house more often. I mean, for more than just for cases."
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