"Gin tastes like someone thought pine needle flavored booze was a good idea. They were wrong, by the way. Bees Knees? Was there actually a drink called Bees Knees, or are you just grandpa'ing some shit to laugh at me over?"

Old people and their weird prohibition shit. But it was good to hear him laughing, smiling as he talked to her. Good to know that she didn't sour everything she touched. "My 'look', huh? You mean goth bitch? It's not even popular now, Barnes."