Patrick was a dick, and his propensity toward hexing shiny, happy people was definitely a turn off. Mikey was clearly insane. Adam loved him, but he was clearly insane.
"Uhh, Abraham Lincoln had a hat. And I think a pipe. He was an American Muggle. A president, even," Adam said. "But he had a beard. William doesn't have a beard, so that can't be it." Adam was just not thinking in literary terms, since Mikey had said "famous." He was thinking of, you know, real people. Whatever.
"Can I have that back?" Adam asked, eyeing the bottle. He turned to see the jelly that Mikey had indicated. "How can you eat something that moves on its own? Also it's made of bone marrow, or something. Or was, in ancient times. Either way, gross." Although there was pie. Adam heartily approved of pie.