“Join the club. It’s a logistical nightmare on Earth for all of us who came back: half of the planet with birthdates that don’t match their actual subjective age. High school kids whose best friends and girlfriends are now five years older than them and already graduated. The last I heard, they were thinking of amending drivers’ licenses and state IDs and passports to note if someone had been through the Blip, to explain that age discrepancy, but others were up in arms about the privacy issues and—”

And that’s an entire world away, and irrelevant here besides. Stephen has a tendency to go on forever if someone lets him, but he cuts himself off, pulling up a chair and setting down the bottle. “Anyway, point being, age is relative. Do you have any glasses?”