De Carabas grinned. "The bar sounds wonderful. Will we be having drinks, as well?"

Then Adam made his comment, and his eyes widened slightly. He may have paled, but it was impossible to tell. He turned to glance sharply at Adam, but the boy was already gone.

When he turned back to Wednesday, it was a wry grin, as he had quickly pulled himself together. "Does he do that sort of thing often?" he asked.