Barbara | Crichton
"Nah, probably not that old. Just feel that old." He was still smiling, though. He could relate, though. He'd been doing the same thing. Funny how being surrounded by humans of all things had made him feel isolated these days.
"Good." He sipped from the cup and stared down, realizing that...it was still there. Wait. John turned to look at what he assumed was an empty cup to find it still full. "Son-of-a-bitch....How the hell do they do it?"
He looked at Barbara as if she had a solution to what was going on with the cups. John was fascinated, of course.