To be fair, and George wasn't about to volunteer this, the charts in question were sort a mess of squiggles that he didn't really understand, but yet made a coherent sort of sense that worked.
"I can be organized when the situation calls for it," he said, leaning back in his chair with his drink. Then he grinned. "I can't wait for the first weekend. They're my absolute favorite. Selling things to children without adult supervision." He gave the other a stern look. "But don't you think I'm selling dangerous things, there are age restrictions on things for good reason."