"You got it," Mina says, then looks at Eddie. "Let me guess. A bottle of that local IPA you seem to like so much."
Eddie grins broadly and says, "You know me so well."
Once she's gone, he turns his attention back to Chrissy, elbows on the table, chin against his hands. "I swear I don't drink that much. It's just that beer has gotten so much better since 1986 and it's not confusing like most of the rest of the changes are."
Beer is just beer. It tastes good and occasionally it gets him drunk. Even food is complicated now, organic and gluten-free and dairy-free and also made without being genetically modified, which Eddie thinks is actually kind of impossible, since corn and all that.
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Eddie grins broadly and says, "You know me so well."
Once she's gone, he turns his attention back to Chrissy, elbows on the table, chin against his hands. "I swear I don't drink that much. It's just that beer has gotten so much better since 1986 and it's not confusing like most of the rest of the changes are."
Beer is just beer. It tastes good and occasionally it gets him drunk. Even food is complicated now, organic and gluten-free and dairy-free and also made without being genetically modified, which Eddie thinks is actually kind of impossible, since corn and all that.