Yeah? [ Like Nathan--wouldn't be hard at all to convince him to give up one of his stolen sketchbooks if he knew it was going to another artist. ] Show me sometime, maybe.

[ She's got a nice smile. He'd be hard-pressed to call her pretty, and she's wavering on the edge of Too Young Even For Him To Consider A Possibility, but you can look at her and see she's tough. And hell, he figures she's interested, or she wouldn't have suggested the beer. What's the harm? ]

Easier to use, I guess. Can't exactly bake tobacco into brownies.

[ He's finished with his beer, too, setting the glass down on the bar top. ]

You wanna get outta here? Helluva lot quieter at my place.