"Hey, Erskine!" Micah turned in his seat to grin at the man, patting the edge of the seat. "Man, you love that museum. If I didn't know any better I might think you were livin' there." With a deep chuckle he put on his indicator and pulled smoothly out into the traffic with that odd extrasensory ease of someone who had been driving for a long, long time.

"Aw, just great," he said. "Got family in town to visit. You know how it is when people haven't seen each other for a while and then they're all stuck in the same house, but it's good to have 'em around."

He glanced over, still smiling. Micah was the sort of person who always seemed to find something to smile about. "How 'bout you? Usually you spend a little more time out in the boonies than hanging around Dublin. Someone spike your water?"