Howard tries to cover his laughter and fails spectacularly. "Right. Wharf it is. I went there last night when you were sleeping."

He seems strangely energized today, in a way that's very uncharacteristic for him. Maybe it's the fact that he's surrounded by the sounds of voices that sound like his, Californian English, even if from a slightly different time. Maybe it's just sleep deprivation. Regardless, he looks more excited about things than he's been since he was helping plan Barbara's wedding.

"We can get chowder in sourdough bowls, we can see the seals, we can walk across the bridge." He'll pass on Alcatraz, thanks. "And anything you want to do, too."