"We can be Swanky Lite together," George said, raising his glass. "Downpatrick can join our club and we can all sit around and build furniture out of milk crates and pizza boxes."
He'd only ever built one table out of pizza boxes, and that had mostly been to see if he could actually do it. But he still felt proud of it, in a slightly ashamed way.
"And awesome! You can come over, let Sebastian's cooking change your life, and catch up with him." George resisted launching into another hug, but just barely.