“Ugh, come on, man. Look at your girl over there.” He gestures toward Myla. “She’s having a hell of a good time. Go join her. Show her that you’re not some morose platypus over here, just counting down the minutes until you leave Napa.” “Platypus?” I ask. He thins his lips and makes them look like a platypus bill. “A platypus.” “Oddly, that does resemble a platypus,” Banner says with a smirk.
