She would feel very appreciative, if he did. Might even take to Kavinsky, just ever so slightly, as more of a big brother figure than solely a friend.

"Got it. You don't want to leave and have to go back," Max mutters, eyes wide as she looks at Kavinsky, still with that discomfort and worry. She had thought, for a moment, he was lucky for the money, but now she doesn't think so.

"Of course I'm on to something. You don't need all of that stuff just to have a great party. And we can make a bonfire. That's all we need. With some music."