"Forty years, at least. My roomie's 'present' is twenty years further from mine, so there's that---though the histories of our Earths differ a little. Is it San Francisco, San Fransokyo, or San 'something else' for you?" Sam grinned, honestly amused. "Inquiring minds need to know, especially as he's from California, too---it's gonna come up. Robot Space Satan seems to like you lot---or maybe it's the other guy, I dunno. I do know there's another dude from California. Cuts down on acclimation, I guess, though I'm telling you this perpetual summertime is something I like a lot."

Despite talking as much as she had, Sam had managed to put away most of the food garnishing her glass. She paused to pull the little burger from the stick supporting it, shrugging in concession. "Here, it hasn't been too difficult to do---but I've done it despite Dirge, which is a story in itself. We're in the perfect place for me to tell it, too, if you have half a mind to hear."