"You've always been older, shithead," Ronan says though, again, his words lack any real heat.

He reaches over to Noah without a word then, easily slinging him into a brief headlock and ruffling his hair before shoving him aside. Copper wags her tail at the commotion and lets out a quick, admonishing bark.

"Why the fuck would anyone want to pretend they're in Saskatchewan?" he says, reaching down then to ruffle the top of Copper's head, a wordless apology. "Pretty sure you can drink here at nineteen. Also, you're a fuckin' ghost - you can do whatever you want."