It’s a slow night at the Saloon. You’re at the counter with Gus, just chatting while Maru and Penny play pool in the background. “You know,” Gus says, wiping a glass, “Marriage is like running a tavern.” You raise a brow. “You’re saying my wife’s a business expense?” He laughs, shaking his head. “No, no. You gotta keep it stocked with patience, and sometimes the customers throw chairs.” You blink. “You okay, Gus?” He sighs. “Pam was in earlier.” You both nod silently.