"Eh?" Myron asked, looking politely bewildered. It seemed like that might be a permanent state of affairs with the way this conversation was going. He really wanted to ask more about this record company, but the moment had passed before he really had the chance to latch on. How much had he missed? Five years wasn't that long, was it?
Of course, there was one point which definitely managed to make it through the confused time-fog. "A kid?" he asked. That definitely hadn't been a thing yesterday. Not that he'd known of, at any rate. "What d'you - with who?" He supposed there were a fair number of candidates, but still. "Fuckin' hell, Kirley."
Myron nodded. That at least was something familiar. The idea of making and recording music was easy to latch onto, like a life raft in a sea of absolutely bloody mental. "D'you reckon we can do that?"
He snorted. "Of course you have. Sounds a lot more your speed than a treasury parchment pusher." But he managed a slightly shaken grin and nudged his friend fondly.