"Okay," Beverly says with a shrug and a straight face as she takes the jacket from him, and then the wristband. "As long as you know that goes for you, too. You puke on either of us, you're the one walking home." That she's not really sure how that would work seems beside the point. She knows Hopper pretty well by now, or she thinks she does, and that includes his sense of humor, which she'll gladly throw right back at him.

Turning to Lucy, then, she grins. "I think that's a pretty fair deal, right?"