I hate to admit it, but I've never tried Bailey's. What's it taste like, Peg? I've had enough of that pumpkin drink for now.

Sage leans back in the hot tub, listening to the silliness of Stan Boreson. She squints, rubs her eyes, and peers into the rafters.

Who's that up there with the cat? Wait! WAIT!

No Cannonballs!

Look OUT! Incoming!