"Drôle de couple," Buck mused as he poured out another shot, holding back a yawn as he thought about their current predicament. Special Operations was a small world, and at first, Buck hadn't known how well Legolas would have fit in. Tribal knowledge, slang and abrasive personalities were all part of the package, and Legolas was a stranger to them all. Teams prided themselves in being close enough that they called each other brother, and often it was their first team that they stayed with for life. Rainbow was in the unique situation that they'd been reassigned, upending all those relationships that had been built on blood, sweat and tears.

Turned out his worry was pointless, with Legolas fitting in with relative ease. "I'm a simple man," he finally said over a sip of liquor. "Front towards enemy. Very little maintenance beyond someone to watch my 6, which you do very well." From afar as well, which was also a positive to Buck, who'd often stumbled over the man behind him when they had to back up. IF no praise was praise for Buck, then offhand praise like this was basically a glowing review.

"But since you did mention dining, the next dinner's on you." In actuality Legolas only mentioned dining with his woodland friends, but semantics. The point was dinner was mentioned, and no man in his right mind turned down any opportunity for a free meal.