Of course.

[ The corner of Connor’s lips twitch into a smile. ]

I’d be happy to.

[ Connor assumes there’s someone Castiel might want to show the picture to, or perhaps just a memento for himself. Little time capsules.

Would it be possible, Connor wonders, to get pictures of Hank? Printed from his memories? Then he could show other people — although he’s not sure who. But he would have the option, at least.

Maybe someday. ]

You told me you don’t eat, but — [ Connor grabs a nearby hamburger floaty, slipping up through the middle ] — what about alcohol?

[ They do have a full liquor bar. ]