QUOTE : I closed up the bar. I was thinking about a short drink before calling it a night. How about you? Wanna come down for a little while?” “For a drink?” He shrugged. “Whatever you want.” He peered past her. “He asleep?” “Out like a light, despite an overdose of cookies.” “Yeah, I probably gave him too many. Sorry.” “Don’t worry—he loves making them. If he makes them, he has to eat them. It’s fun—sometimes that’s more important than nutrition.” “I’ll do whatever you say,” Preacher said. “I could cut him back. He likes ’em though. He especially likes burning his mouth on them. He doesn’t wait so good.” “I know,” she said, smiling.