"Why?" asked Arden.
"So that you cannot back out at the last possible moment. Once I get you inside, I'll think about keeping you there!"
"As long as you have some illegal fluid, I'll stay." She tried to leer at Don but failed because she had had all too little experience in leering. "Bring it on!"
"Here's to the good old days," toasted Don as the drinks were raised.
"Nope. Here's to the future," proposed Arden. "Those good old days—all they were was old. If you were back in them, you'd still have to have the pleasure of meeting Burbank."
"Grrrr," growled Channing. "That name is never mentioned in this household."
"You haven't a pix of the old bird turned to the wall, have you?" asked Arden.
"I tossed it out."
"We'll drink to that." They drained glasses. "And we'll have another."
"I need another," said Channing. "Can you imagine that buzzard asking me to invent something big in seven days?"