"Yeah," Ben said with a nod, glad for the change of topic. He could say all the same madly in love type of stuff about Melody that he'd been saying for the past year, if he needed to, but he thought Angie might think it was a little suspect. She knew him better than that, and he'd never been a particularly sentimental sort.

"Not quite so recently," he said with a shrug. Not that a year-old marriage counted as recent, really, but his marriage to Melody existed in that weird place in time and space where it seemed like it had existed forever and simultaneously only happened a day ago; it had always felt that way, ever since coming back from Paris. Just depended on his mood, really. The promoter gig had been nearly a year before that, though, so it was certainly old news. It was the first steady, respectable job he'd gotten after he stopped cursebreaking; before then, he'd been mainly subsisting off of skimming gambling debts from his wealthier and stupider friends.

"I stopped cursebreaking after Canada," he said, taking a drink. He hoped she had heard enough through the rumor mill that he didn't have to elaborate on Canada. "Now I sell fancy liquor to rich people. And occasionally pubs," he said, with a vague gesture at the space behind the bar. "This is a pretty relaxed gig, but I do miss the travel."