Fred knew Alicia would laugh. That was all right. He knew it was the freckles she adored.
"That's exactly the point," Fred remarked as the woman brought over the two bottles of Firewhiskey with a pair of glasses. "Be bold, go with some dessert."
Placing his order with the waitress before she wandered off, the redhead poured himself a third of whiskey.
"It doesn't even feel that long ago, does it?" he questioned, though him and George have been inventing and testing things for well over ten years, "Puking Pastilles is still, by far, the worst to have worked through. Puking for days, I was."