"He wouldn't. Only Ray and Dana know about it."

Peter grimly listened, and yeah, he was following all right. And he wished his pep talks had helped but...

"Motherpusbucket. How many times do I have to tell him, he's better than this shit that keeps getting dumped on him?" He rubbed a hand in front of his face.

He then thought for a moment, "What time of the year is it back in your world? It tends to run close to the bar's calendar doesn't it?"