"Still got plenty of room on Earth for nasty fuckers to hide in," Brand says. "Especially when they've got access to magic. It's going to be a pain in the ass to chase them around space."

Assuming magic works in space. Brand has no fucking idea. But they'll still have their money, and that will work out there as long as there's other people to take it.

There's not much to watch, other than the kids and the fireworks, and the woman who's memory this is. A 'good night' probably means that no one tried creeping up on the kids. Brand still keeps watch on their surroundings out of training and habit.

"Mm," he agrees. Then, "fuck, we're going to start sounding like old people if we keep reminiscing about childhood misbehavior."