"I just got here." Penn seemed to know that. "I—maybe you're right.
Will you join me?"
"I could force down a single-malt."
"Lead the way. It's good to see you, Penn." They sat at the end of a polished bar in one of the smaller casinos.
"Feels strange to sit on a bar stool," Arthur said.
"You get used to it. As an ex-doc, let me toast your health."
"Thank you. And yours." There was a moment of silence—appreciation for the Glenlivet and a chance to think back.
"I've seen notice of you in the papers now and then," Penn said.
"Distinguished career and all that."
"Same old stuff. I untangled a couple of mysteries about smells and flavors."
"Chip off the old block. Your father was a biologist."
"Still is," Arthur said. "Marine. He got fish; I got plants."