“Would have gotten here sooner, Finch-” John walks through the safe house door, Bear leashed on one hand, Lionel in tow carrying several plastic bags. “But Lionel had to make a big deal about the type of club soda he wanted to buy at the liquor store.”

Fusco set the bags on the table. “No no no, you don’t get to judge a sober man’s poison, Wonderboy. They were offering me sparkling water and Schweppes. Everybody knows its Canada Dry or bust.”

Shaw rolls her eyes before getting up and pouncing towards Bear. “You know Finch has like 3 bottles of Seltzer stashed in here, right?”

“Seltzer? What am I, an accountant?”