"Yeah and Fleetwood Mac stole yours for a hit song in the 70s."
The invite had come as a small surprise. While he hadn't had info on where in the Keys Rhiannon was living, the Slayer knew where to find him. Something in the back of his brain itched that she'd discovered his whereabouts some time ago, but hadn't made direct contact. Things were now on the upswing -- if you could call reconnecting at the ICU that -- between the pair, even if she wasn't the same woman he'd known in another reality.
They were still Whistler and Rhiannon, though. And some bonds transcended.
"Not too early, am I?" He offered a quirky grin. "Debated watching the Honeymooners marathon on satellite, but once I get taken in by nostalgia, there's no budgin' me."