"What about a night spent with hippos in tutus and crocs in capes? We need to establish the pr-proper parameters here if we're to measure."

He thanks Ben and raises his pint. The uptight, obsessive him protests. He's had too much already. Time to call it a night. Gideon barely notices his good angel through the alcoholic haze. It's good to see a friendly face and not be worrying about disappearing Queens and imprisoned Princesses and angry fairies. He smiles at Leona. She has a mischievous glint in her eye that fair hints she's part pixie herself.

"Pysk, Cober ha Sten." He prefers Old Peculiar, but he'll settle for the Black and Tan.