"If you know how to make those glowing tube shots from scratch, I will put in whatever leg work you ask of me," Kira promises, though he doubts the combination of Ravi's complaints about booze and scientific mind would have just been waiting for him to come along before solving that particular problem.

"And hey," he adds, shoving wood only a little damp from its proximity to the door into the stove, "if it stays this wet, maybe the fields will mold and we can all start hanging each other in our acid-trip paranoia."