"That's a good question," Brian said, looking down into his drink to see if the answer was there. It wasn't. Only sediment of a sort this brand of stout didn't normally develop. "I dunno what'd happen. I bet you don't either. Weird shit, for sure, but how d'you know it'd all be bad? Maybe the whole world'd fall in love. Like one of those sappy musicals Pepper hates." He chuckled a little at the thought of her having to live in one.

As for the last item, well, kind of pointless to go there. "I am happy too. Lots of folks have it worse than me. Nice place to live, plenty to eat, good friends," he raised his glass to Adam. "can't complain."