"Is it?" Maybe. It sounds like something out the Food Network. Something he doesn't watch much of anymore. Scotland.

Xander sets a beer down on the desk, at Drake's side. So. Drink it if you want, Drake. He takes a sip of the other beer before setting that one down and sliding his phone out of his pocket.

"Well, there's one thing we know. The backings on our phones all come in different colors," he says, holding his up, which is more of a burnt orange.