Just like that? [There's a note of indignation on Tim's behalf, of course, sparked on by the pure fury beneath it. There'd always been that preemptive forgiveness, for Hawk -- for reasons Koby understood deeply. There are people he'll make allowances for, forever.

But there's a ferocity here, something righteous and searing, something new. Setting the wine on the little table -- amidst papers and books and other typical Koby-related mess -- on a sigh:] Sit down, I'll get them. You're about to explode and you're going to drop something or step on Lincoln.

[Because what nasty gossip session is complete without a semi-carnivorous duck underfoot?]