"Have you ever had a Mello Yello?" Lennon asked, his eyebrows arching. "It's, like, ambrosia." He wrinkled his nose. "Do they even make Tab anymore?" He didn't remember seeing it in stores but that probably didn't mean anything.
He traced the stem of the feather down to the underside of the sill, liking that tiny detail. "Depends on what I'm making, it can be relaxing or challenging," he said. "I sketched the Titanic sinking back at the house once and that one was more challenging but fun. I hope my sketchpad's still there when we go back." If they went back, but he didn't want to actually say that. It wasn't terrible here, but he knew he was hoping they'd be put back there at some point.