"That could be funny," he said, tilting the glass he held. "Making people think they're drunker than they are? Why didn't we ever think of that?" He took a slow sip of whiskey, then sighed and let his head fall back, staring at the ceiling.
"We thought up some brilliant stuff though. I keep finding things. Books Fred had. Verity found like a dozen in the safe that I'd never even looked at. Found another boxful at Mum's last week. He must've got up nights and scribbled notebooks full of ideas." Sometimes he wondered if his brother was a bit mental...
"I am," he said quietly, sliding his hand free to put his arm around her shoulders. "Because of you, you know. Remember when you had me over to talk about the museum, and you made your private stock coffee? Pretty fab, that was."