"Cheers!" Danny echoed, delighted to get a response that wasn't pure misery.
She was no stranger to drinking binges, but as the total of shots mounted Danny found herself nearly as drunk as Oscar. Greater body mass, or something, she thought hazily.
"Extra 'u'? Oh, riiiight; you're Canadian!" she beamed, pleased to have solved the minor mystery. Canadians used British spelling. And liked cookies, apparently. And Who's the Boss.
"Dude." She leaned over and pressed a gentle fingertip to the top of Oscar's balding head pillowed on the bar.
"Your brain is so..." Remarkable? Unique? Terrifying?