Hearing it all a second time made it sink in all the deeper. He hadn't thought about the bar being a refuge for some people, like Marian's bar was going to be for them. So, Erica had a point, there. "Yeah," he told her, seriously. "Yeah, I get it. No feuds."
He still didn't know if he was capable - somedays Much felt like all his capabilities were a moveable feast, his limits ever shifting. It stopped life from being boring, that was for sure.
So hey, maybe he could keep this agreement? Much knew one thing: he couldn't wait to find out.