"I"m pretty sure it's got propane in it, dad," Bobby said, blowing a clean puff of sweet, cinnamon-scented steam Hank's way. "I don't see how you could get any charcoal in there. It's so small," he said, waving it in front of his face. "Grandpa told me that he went around the world and checked and there are only so many great men who could make something like that work but they're all on our side. He made sure of that."

At that moment, Bobby felt his thigh tremble. He took a swig of the ultra-sweet craft beer to boost his blood sugar before realizing that it wasn't his diabetes. GH was just keeping up their streak on Snapchat. "Hold on a minute, dad. I gotta check this. It might be important."