Much's eyes lit up, like burning bowls of brandy. "You know Snapdragon!" he grinned, delighted. That was one of the highlights of hanging out with other immortals; sometimes they remembering the same batshit crazy drinking games as you'd played back in the day. "Once I burned my lip so badly playing Snapdragon that the scar never went away. Just - for decades and decades, I had this stupid lip scar and endless jokes from the guys about it. Honestly by the time I died it was almost a relief just to be rid of it."