"Ten million points to Tracey Davis," Terrence said with a laugh. "And to you, too. Feel better knowing it's not impossible after all?"
He looked down at the cup in his hand. Tea didn't seem entirely suitable for this conversation, but then again, Zach had been drunk the night before. And they'd both need their mental faculties in the morning, so really, they shouldn't have anything stronger.
All the same, he raised his cup in toast to his friend. It was the spirit of the thing.