"Hah," Buck chuckled as he downed his shot glass, taking extra care this time around to make sure no liquid got stuck in his beard. "When I've let it gone as unkempt as Blackbeard I'll accept that criticism. Until then, all I can think is you're giving me shit for the hell of it."

The curses dropped more liberally after a few beers, when normally he was cautious to rein them in when in public or with Legolas. The normal frown he wore was replaced with something easier and more relaxed as he finally let the stresses of the day fall away. It was the company too— drinking with the rest of the team tended to be more chaotic, with drinks and punches thrown as often as insults.

"Quebec is a good place to be." He finished, sounding as if he added a sudden afterthought. "I would have been content to finish serving at home if I hadn't been called away. Hazards of the job, j'pense." At the very least home was just a flight away in his case. He'd never been interested in asking his coworker for personal details, and even now he wouldn't change his habit. Still, he was always curious as to where Legolas' home, something that sounded like one of the hundreds of books he'd read as a child. One didn't grow up on Call of the Wild and other nature books without dreaming of a world outside of modern civilization, after all.