"Creeper," Felix snorted at Lennon, obviously not meaning it. "I've got the keytar, and she's great, but it's not the same." Fewer piano wires for his work buddies to steal, at least, though the only one who had ever done that was gone now.
"Oh yeah," he winced at the mention of the bunker, though a little voice in his brain cackled at the memory. "The whole weird barter system thing they're doing with the soda machine is kind of neat, though. In theory, I mean. The exchange rates are complete shit. Not like I won't keep doing it, though."