The other man smirks a little, reaching for one of the highest-caliber bottles. Not the highest, but close.

Neal says, “Ask him if he’s saving the Yamazaki Single Malt for a special occasion. When he goes for a bottle, say not the twelve year, the twenty-five.”

Ellen glances at Neal, eyebrows raised. Gil seems similarly impressed from his place on an adjacent couch, but Peter, on Gil’s other side, just rolls his eyes.