"Oh, thank you," he defers, "but I got one too. It's in my pocket. I'm all right." No, he's not giving up a shopping bag. "But maybe I'll try that. Just play with it."

Expect many amusing broadcasts in the near future, O cohort.

He shrugs as they head up to the Inn's front doors. "I don't know about it being anything special," he says. "It was the right thing to do. People can't be bullied. Those of us who can stand up to them need to." He still doesn't think of himself as a hero, or what he does as anything remarkable. It's his duty, his obligation to stand up for those who can't.