He's probably the most famous alcoholic on the planet, but that's in my universe. For all I know he's just Mr. Casual Drinker over where he's from. Doesn't make it any less--

"--weird," I say under my breath and around my straw. I have some tact. I know better than to ask, even if the question is right at the tip of my tongue. Pausing a second, I fish around for a change in subject.

"Did you see the sharktopus?"