"I hate to think that I've grown soft in this last year, and drifted to a side much lighter than the shadows to which I've grown accustomed," Jim went back to his menu, flipping the page to look at the specials. "For the time being, let's say that you've gone to the dark side, shall we? It leaves me my credibility and makes you interesting."
He looked up from his menu. "Are we really doing cider?"