"I'm fine." Preston said bluntly, "I haven't been sleeping that well." Both Robbie and Lisa had noticed.

Preston sighed, "I'm given ration coupons-that the bar seems to take. She'll take any kind of currency. Your meal's on me." It's the least I can do for a twin.

And how weird is that?

Preston is doing his best not to stare at quinn with a perverse sort of fascination.