[ Derek smiles a little and nods, glad to hear that she's willing to potentially do this again; that she's okay with him texting her to do this again because that means maybe he's successfully made himself a friend out of something as simple as paying attention when someone else was talking. Texting. Whatever it's called when it's online. It's significantly more of a challenge to make friends as an adult, so he's glad at least one thing is going to be easy: talking to Vanya is easy. ]

Cool. I will, then.

[ Gathering his trash together so that it'll be easy to toss it on his way out when he gets up, Derek smirks a little. ]

I think I got lucky. It's hard for work to be anything other than good when your job is spending time with puppies.

[ He pushes himself to his feet then and looks around for a trash can before turning his attention back to Vanya. ]

I'll talk to you soon, Vanya. Thanks for coming out.