"Succumbing to mental illness is just giving into the beast, bossman," Niles said casually from his table, which happened to be directly adjacent to Tristan's. He had his feet propped up on the empty table beside him, and was very casually flipping through a copy of Where the Sidewalk Ends with a calm nonchalance that belied a thirty-something man reading a children's book in a public place. Classics were classics.