.....My other ride is a TARDIS.... right now I have it at the detailing shop. My name is what I choose it to be.I live in the USA. Twenty-X years old dude trying to make it in a world that is more indifferent and apathetic than cruel, which is, ironically, a crueler punishment.
I love how when they “stopped off” in Portland and Hardison immediately:
1. Bought a microbrewery/bistropub 2. Turned the back rooms into their office 3. Found them a client
Elliot objected because FOOD MATCHING WITH MICROBREWS IS VERY DIFFICULT
THE BREW PUB MENU IS THE MOST DIFFICULT MENU OKAY
I also love how they cut a hole in that wall with a CHAIN SAW and we never ever even once saw a door there, or another space. They just did that to fuck with Nate and I approve.
Six months after Nate and Sophie leave Portland, that damned painting mysteriously appears outside their villa in Comporta. Nate tries to ban it from the house. Sophie makes him sleep on the porch until he learns how to graciously accept a gift like a functional human being.
I love how Hardison approaches moving into Nate’s life especially. Like, “uh, excuse me, I think it’s more like you retroactively moved into my life. My property. This property. That I own.”