Stan has no need to look as sheepish as he does - Ford had no intention of making him pay for anything, especially not after everything he's done for him since showing up in this damned down,

Ford gives his brother a reassuring smile, coupled with a nod towards one of the booths in the back end of the diner.

"It's fine, I've got a tab." He glances around, checking to make sure Susan hasn't come out from the kitchen yet, before leaning forward and adding in a low, conspiratorial tone: "And to answer your first question - no, I haven't done anything of the sort. She just likes the jaw-line."

He grins, gesturing between Stan's face and his own.

"Hence why I think she'll take a liking to you pretty quick."