"Maybe." Dave said in that light, teasing tone. If he spoke like nothing was wrong, nothing would be wrong. He could handle this, he could relay the information to Marijuana and Heroin, try to help Dylan, while running the entire business. "I've got beer." He pulled back from Dylan just enough to take his hand and tug him gently toward the kitchen, considering his question. "A goddess, yes. I spoke to her once, when the boss had a bad hangover. She helped."