You should be able to drink my old man under the table, [says arthur, clapping the skinny kid on the shoulder. they're in a bar. the little bar in maine only a few miles from where his father's lighthouse stands on the edge of a stone precipice. it's nice to have visitors, even if amnesty bay isn't exactly top ten tourist destinations. especially after orm's trick had swept through. he appreciates barry coming through.] So that's two more. Second verse just like the first.

[clunk.

the beer stein lands the bar counter next to barry's hand. arthur grins at him, his eyes crinkling, even as the barman sets a second one down at arthur's bar. he's genuinely unconcerned— barry's metabolism isn't something he understands in terms of the physics and biology, but he knows it should take a lot more than that to even remotely endanger the little speedster's health.] After, I'll let you try some of my old man's classic hangover remedy.