the present now will later be past; methos (achanging) wrote in rooms,
Re: Gotham: Methos & Sam
[Methos was the king of sedate old-people drinking. A good day was sitting back and sipping on a beer over conversation or a book. So he could only shake his head with a smirk as she downed her drink. Mortals--and immortals--were funny like that, wasting instead of savoring every minute they had until it was too late.] This would be a good beer to change your mind, the mechanics were right. [Mechanics usually were. They had more sense than academics, at least.
Not having much of a knowledge of things related to Batman and comic books, he could only take her word that there were nice parts of Gotham. She was right about the bar, so she was the expert on Gotham as far as he could tell.] Hops are one of the common ingredients for flavoring in modern beer. [Modern meaning that it started in the 11th century. Very modern. He had some experience brewing. He had been a monk for a while, and there was a lot of brewing in some of those monasteries.
The use of French would have made him smile if she hadn't asked that question.] No. It's a terrible city full of terrible people. [The French was flawless, and there was no sarcasm. He really disliked Parisians. Even Jersey might be better, but not by much.] North Jersey or South Jersey? [It mattered. When she referred to an era as "Elvis time," though, that earned a snort. Forget the Cold War, the McCarthy era, no, all about pop music. Youth.] My Paris isn't in this door. You might be able to take a flight there. [He had no clue what real world places were blended into this fictional world. Although his personal sense of real world and fictional was relative.]