"Gotta agree with you on that point," Miles says. "Beaches back where I'm from are kind of...well, I grew up with some cold ones." He holds the beer up to clink against Kit's. "Cheers."

He'd caught that wink, and grins back in response. The subject had gotten heavy for just a second, but why dwell on it? The night's young and they have beer. Pink beer. Like palette-swapped St. Patrick's Day.