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Are there any, uh, specialized mechanics here? Engineers, maybe?

[No, Nick has no real idea what he's asking for, but he has to try to find someone to fix his friend. And speaking of helping a friend...]

Also, I've been told there's a doctor on staff here. Is that still true? There's something I need to discuss with you.

[And with that out of the way, Nick pauses for a moment, debating how to phrase what he needs to say next. Finally, he goes for vague, at least over these.]

Reese, man, you got a minute?

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[He laughs, shaking his head.]

Because duct tape fixes everything?

[It's not really comforting, but it's amusing, which is good enough.]

Yeah, I know.

[You're always in your room, Monroe.]

You haven't drunken all of our beer already, have you?

It rarely fixes anything. Especially anything worth fixing. You should have seen some of the at home patch jobs I've had to deal with. Anyway it's not like we've got that many other options. Just hope his battery or whatever doesn't run out.

[He tries man.]

What's that supposed to mean?

[Cranky is coming out again. Are you insinuating something?]

Not all of it...

Man, even I know not to try to use duct tape on a timepiece.

[He grimaces.]

Yeah, I know. We'll find something. And he runs on gas.

[Nick knows from personal experience. Which he'll be sharing with Monroe, later.]

It's supposed to mean I know you'll be in your room?

[Anything else isn't something Nick'd want to talk about over the journals.]

Damn it, man, quit that.

Well you are usually pretty smart.

[Monroe's eyebrows shoot up. Well now he's worried.]

Please tell me you know how to covert gas powered cars to solar powered. Can you tell him to go into sleep mode or something?

[Monroe's eyes narrow for a moment in suspicion, but he lets it go.]

Alright.

[He snorts. He's not quitting drinking beer]

Why? How often do we run into an unlimited supply of beer?

You're actually admitting that, in public, where other people can see it?

[He's teasing, because when in doubt, joke around with Monroe.]

If I knew how to do that, I wouldn't be surviving on a detective's salary. But there were some cars in the stables, we got fuel from there.

[Nick drops it, too. He'll bug Monroe about it later.

He's also really not happy with the idea of Monroe just sitting in his room, drinking, but he doesn't want to go into that over the journals, either.]

It might not stay unlimited.

This place must be affecting my mind. Soon I'll be skipping through the forest picking posies. If I ever get that bad, dude, just put me out of my misery.

[Teasing works. Well so long as the robot isn't dying in the next room.]

So he's good for how long? I hope he has a good MGP.

[Monroe actually looks worried about that.]

It better stay that way. If we run out of beer I'm am going to riot.

I'd be more surprised at you actually finding posies in that forest. And come on, man, you know I'd just take pictures of that.

[Like Nick would miss that opportunity. Also, there'll be no talk of putting Monroe out of his misery.]

He said it was the first time he needed to fill up since he got here, so.

[Nick shrugs, not that Monroe can see it. Though then again, he can probably hear it.]

We'd still be without it for a little while.

[Quit drinking alone in your room, Monroe. It's not healthy.]

So I finally found the upside of this place. No cameras.

[Aw come on dude. Monroe would do it for you. Ok no he wouldn't but he'd at least play along.]

I'll take that as a yes. Maybe he's a hybrid or something.

Then maybe I'll just keep more of it in here. If it runs out, I'll have a few weeks worth saved up. Or maybe I should just start making it on my own. Straight to the source. You know my great uncle used to make beer. It wasn't Portland Micro brew quality but it got the job done. I might be able to remember some of the recipe [He trails off. Babbling again. And really off topic.]

Except the one in my phone.

[Or the video function on the journal, but Nick won't mention that. And yeah. He wouldn't, either, so shut up.]

Really fuel efficient, at least.

[And then Nick falls silent, listening to Monroe ramble. He's long since gotten used to that, ever since he realized that Monroe rambling at him was a sign that Monroe was getting comfortable around him.

It's happened enough that he's used to just waiting patiently for Monroe to realize how off topic he's getting. And this time, Nick doesn't even have a case he's trying to focus on.]

If you can make something even close to Oregon microbrews, I'll owe you forever.

Please tell me you left your charger at home.

[Ok fine. Neither of them will kill the other. Happy now? Actually they does make him feel better. Also no video function Nick! He doesn't want that.]

That mean you haven't seen a Prius decal on him?

[Oh so maybe he could have kept talking then. But he actually smiles at Nick]

Hey many with enough practice I can get there. And you'll be enlisted to test it all. But it has to turn out pretty well. I'm German we come with the natural ability to make good beer.

[That's totally how it works]

I could lie, if you want.

[Yes, actually, that makes Nick very happy. Although he didn't think that actually had to be said. No video function yet.

And that makes Nick laugh a bit.]

No, but he is Japanese, so you never know.

[He could have. Nick doesn't mind rambling, especially not when it isn't distracting him from something important.]

Uh-huh. Normally I'd say I don't mind testing things for you, but I'm not sure how many practice rounds of beer I can do.

Yeah just lie. I finally found something good about this place. Don't take it away.

[Well now there is no doubt. neither of them are going to kill the other one.

Yay he made Nick laugh. He likes that sound. And it sounds a little off thanks to his lacking auditory senses. Damn.]

I knew it man.

[Sure Nick thinks that now. Try saying it!]

What? It's not like I can make twenty different kinds in a single night. I'm not magic you know. Even hexenbiests don't have that quick of a turn around on their concoctions.

I don't have my charger, so I definitely can't take any embarrassing pictures and save them for my personal use later.

[Except that's very obviously a lie.

He makes Nick laugh a lot, man. Not so much lately, given the whole weird kidnapping and revolt thing, but still.]

I meant the taste. I can only handle so many strange tasting beers, man, and there's no way we'll get it perfect on the first try.

[Yeah, somehow it became 'we.' What?]

Thanks.

[Total sarcasm.

He'll try harder from now on.]

So you have that little faith in my ability to make something taste good?

[Okay then.]

Anything for you.

[Snark snark.

He doesn't have to try harder.]

Hey, I've had your cooking. I know it tastes great. That doesn't say anything to our ability to make good beer on the first try.

[Monroe wishes that was true. But he'll just laugh slightly and leave it at that.]

Our ability huh?

[It kind of is. What, did Monroe think Nick would jump weaponless into a caged death match for just anyone?]

If you're planning on trying to brew beer, you better expect me to be there.

[Maybe a little.]

Alright alright. You can come up with the name.

[Nope. Monroe's just special there.]

You sure you want to trust me with that?

Good point. You can hand me the ingredients.

Too late. You already said I get naming privileges.

Oh great. Just remember you have to drink it too.

The naming isn't going to affect the quality of the beer, man.

Edited 2012-09-15 05:14 (UTC)

A beer by any other name?

Does that mean we have to name the beer 'Twelfth Night Porter' or 'As You Like It Ale'? 'A Midsummer Night's Stout'?