"Err. Right." Good to know that bit of info. He filed it away. Bill's little girl was good for a pint or two or four. He'd have to remember to chat her up some, later, when the world stopped tilting sideways so much.
"Perhaps sometime that's not so crazy." He hated how his voice lifted, making it into an almost question. She looked to be about his age and worked at a pub. Already it was the start of a beautiful friendship.