Dunno. It could be worth finding out sometime. [Molly pushes his dark hair out of his eyes and knocks back his drink. The whiskey burns going down. The drink warms up his senses as he smiles. He snags the umbrella from the bottom of his glass and tucks it up against one of his horns.]

There are a lot of mysteries hanging around. Well, other than all of us. [He snags another umbrella when his drink is refilled. He tucks it on the other side. He sways a little bit, a grin spreading across his face.] No matter what, we could all help each other through this.