Travis shook his head as the cogs in his head turned. "Whatcha call me a kettle for?"
Memphis smirked. "Cuz I did my own share of sneaking off to a club instead of going to the movies. You can be the kettle and I'll be the pot. We can debate the shades of black later."
Memphis held his hand out to Larry. "Thanks for sitting with him. Can I take him home now or is he needed still?"