"Fuck yeah," Arthur agreed heartily, clinking his beer against hers. "Gotta start somewhere. Take 'em down one shitbird at a time, eh? An' we all got cameras too, now. They can't hide."
That was the thing that had really turned him around on the whole smart phone dilemma. Marian's reassurances had helped; she was a bloody whiz at all this tech stuff, she'd done some computery stuff with his phone and shown him how to keep it secure – but still, nothing was a hundred percent, and Art's contact list was filled with dummy numbers and real ones concealed by code names, he wasn't gonna be caught flat-footed. Afterwards, though, he'd started trying to figure out this Twitter and Tiktok stuff, and there he'd learned how a phone could be a weapon. People all across the country calling the powerful out and filming dirty coppers in the act. Bringing their ugly secrets into the light. Fuckin' badass, that was.
"Here, try these ones," he added, sliding a couple of jellybeans across to Marian – cotton candy and lemon, according to the little menu. "Says on here if you eat 'em together it tastes like pink lemonade."