"We've got a kitchen upstairs," Harrison said absently while he concentrated on how much alcohol was going in without breaking the rate at which it guzzled out. He pulled it back with his hand and a tendril at the mouth to keep it balanced before he looked up and suddenly gave a wide grin. "Wait, seriously?

"I know we talked about it when we made the place and all that, but yeah, I figure... Why not? It's working out. Getting stale." He switched bottles and grabbed a garnish to drop in while layering the soda over it. His hands weren't quite a flurry, but there was energy to his movements and even his patience had the edge of intent behind it. "We'd learn how to cook, teach some kids, get something new going on," he listed, pulling the words out just long enough without getting into sing-song.

Drink finished, he picked it up around the unadorned lip and set it beside the ledger. For all of their advantages in life, they could still get drunk and overindulging was frowned upon, but there was nothing wrong with being a taste-tester. Of course, if Harrison wanted to retain anything he was going to learn from all this, he couldn't start getting tipsy. Thus: Zach was today's guinea pig.