Small frakking universe, man, small frakking universe, but it makes him smile. "Me too. Not River Junction, though. About a half hour outside of Perkinston, harbor town called Ocean Valley. That's before I moved to Queenstown." Probably, Felix doesn't give a good godsdamn about the shit from his past, about his family history or any of that stuff, but it's still nice to talk to a fellow Pican. He almost asks if Felix engaged in either of the national sports there, running or boxing, but that... that's bad form, with the leg thing and all.

"You know the bar here has Picon Ale? The good kind in the green bottles."

More things he never thought he'd have to go around missing, godsdammit.