"Sounds like we've got our plan for today, then," Terrence said, laughing. "Find someone's front porch with lots of people around to yell at and make ourselves look like old people."
It actually sounded like hilarious fun to him, and he was so amused that he almost didn't notice it was his turn in line. He hadn't even decided what he wanted, but he didn't feel like looking at the menu. "Give me the most sugary drink you've got," he said, and when the cashier looked confused, "Surprise me. Something really sweet."
He grinned and stepped aside for K to order. "Oh, I was drunk, and he was way drunker. I take it you've done it before, then?" He shrugged. "Wrote really polite, stiff words at me over the journals. Which I guess is some kind of modern old man's way of yelling. In my day we actually sat on front porches and used our voices."