[Blake's expecting the kid to shut down. You know, suddenly get real dumb and turn out to have a real bad memory. But then, he doesn't seem to mind the "foreigner" that much.

Mark Wahlberg makes a cooing noise and bumps into his hand. (halt the fire, keep it in, or you'll let the fun begin.)

Blak's gotten better at ignoring that.

His eyes light up at the kid's words, the same way they always did when all the garbage underfoot started to resolve itself into a trail.

Now that, that is interesting.

[He taps his finger on the counter, and his lips twitch into a smirk like he's letting the kid in on a secret.] See, there's one thing somebody who's been sucking on a blunt doesn't do, and that's paperwork.

You got any idea where I can find Alan?