"So what you're saying is you'll be crashing on my IKEA couch, surfer boy."

This was easy. He still didn't know why he was here or how he got here, but he knew verbally sparring with Robby. He'd been doing that since they were both barely old enough to drink. Actually, no, he'd been doing that since before he was old enough to drink, at least by US laws. God, he was old. Younger than Robby, still, though, so he had that going for him.