Once Benedict finds him, Silver's meal is done and the dish has mysteriously disappeared. The other explains and Silver hisses, as if the other has just suffered a great loss. "They stood you up the moment they finish eating," he laments, "Pint and all. That's rough."

Max, who is nearby and listening to the two of them intently despite not looking like it, begins to pour two shots.

"We could find a table, if you'll have me." he offers. "You can finish your pint, I can have my third."