It was a career he could never tell his mother of. She had been angry enough when he originally enlisted in the Marines, and he had never been able to tell if she was grateful or disappointed when he dropped out of the academy. But this? What he did now? He knew she'd never forgive him for doing this, even though it was the one thing in his life that made him feel like he made a difference, had a purpose. He understood now why his father had chosen this path.

"Yeah, already got her in a good pre-school and mum's decided she wants to go back to school," he nodded, rolling his eyes some at Harry's determination of which drink they should have. He couldn't argue it though. He had come to enjoy the finger liquors in life.

Which reminded him... "I guess if we ever get home, since you're alive, I should return your good brandy. I took them from your house, before the estate sale." As a memory, as a way to remember something of the man he had come to care for so dearly.