Smart decisions over the years have kept their peace. At least physical. Too late for Larry to take back any words so he answers. "When's the last time you went on out? I feel like you don't go to your shop no more." The comic book shop. Did he finally decide to have issues mailed? The delivery is soft. Tactful.

Now he's seeing those bottles. There was time to arrange those too. Or maybe it was Alba, passive aggressively lining them up for Freddy to put away himself or for Larry to see. Now he takes a seat.