Richie toasts Cayde and finishes his own drink as well. He glances around the bar and, even buzzed as he is, he might not want to keep drinking but he doesn't really want to leave, yet. It's comfortable. So...time to be of use, he supposes.

"Okay. Therapy's all set. How about you show me where I can start cleaning up some glasses and whatever else needs done? I don't know if you need help on the regular, but at least for the drinks I can be useful today..."