I got there first and grabbed a table. The barkeep glared at me as I parked my butt, probably remembering our parsimonious spending habits. I couldn’t afford to stand out like that, so I signaled him for four brewskies and four meals du jour. His demeanor changed significantly, and he gave me a thumb’s up. Which, strangely, meant exactly the same to Quinlans as it did to me. Some mannerisms, just by chance, correlated.