"I didn't say I didn't enjoy whiskey," Bayard says, looking just a bit put out, as if his adolescent manhood has been questioned. He thinks he's old enough to drink. He's the man of the house while Father's gone, after all.

"What's a soda pop?" Bayard tilts his head. He's had fizzy drinks before, once, when his father took him to Hawkhurst, but they weren't called that. He follows Maxwell eagerly, trusting the figure he's come to see as a sort of guardian not to lead him astray.

"I reckon I'll try anything once here."