"That would be nice," he says, as if he's accepting an invitation for tea or a round of beers. Casual. Not at all like he's accepting a clandestine information drop. He's never been particularly good at anything terribly complex when it comes to anything secretive, but he can do something simple like this. He's had to maneuver around difficult situations before.

"Should I pick up some beer or something before I head over?"

And that is pure Pines-memory right there. Randel, for a multitude of reasons, does not drink except to stave off the occasional chill or as part of cough medicine. But the Randel who was on the basketball team, who knew Damon and was friends with Katherine and Pepper...

That one had the occasional beer.

He wonders why it feels so fake to say it, since those are supposed to be his memories.