Seeing Kaylee happy seems to be making Jamie happy. Well, okay, maybe the alcohol is helping just a bit as well. He's not drinking the cactus juice, but it's been quite some time since he's had a good ale - and he's had a few of them by now.

"Aye. It's a grand time." Jamie rolls the 'r' a bit more than he usually does (quite possibly on purpose), then takes another drink from his tankard. He peers over the top of it, his gaze drifting to her arm. After a moment, however, he manages to focus his attention on her face and gives her a slightly muzzy-around-the-edges smile.

"How about ye? Did ye get your arm fixed up?"