At the nearest pub, Saffron and Tony were getting to know one another a bit better.

"You look familiar to me," she told him. "Have we met before?"

"Don't think so," Tony said, taking his first drink of ale. "I'd remember something like that."

She knew he was flirting with her, and shamelessly so, but she opted to keep things moving away from that direction.

"I'd swear I've seen you somewhere," she went on. She narrowed her eyes, staring intently into his face, scrutinizing Tony's features.

"Well," Tony said, "me brother just got married to 'is girl. Talk about a long courtship! They've been datin' nearly 10 years now and finally decided it was time to tie the knot."

Something sparked in Saff's brain.

"Is your brother's name… Squeak?" she asked.

"Sure is!" Tony replied, grinning broadly. "'E's me twin! Look just alike, we do — 'cept my 'air is shorter and I'm not as, uh… flashy a dresser as 'e is."

Saffron had to laugh at that. She'd had to miss Bubble's wedding because she'd gone to Canada with her father to visit relatives on his side of the family there, but she'd seen the photos of Squeak in his hot pink wedding tuxedo. A memory of Bubble and Squeak flying back to New York from London with her, at her mother's insistence, popped up. But she'd been heading home at the time to set things right with Jack after yet another quarrel between them, so her thoughts on that trip had been understandably elsewhere. Still, she remembered how Bubble and Squeak had practically panted over one another the entire flight. If any couple was perfectly matched, those two were.

And if there had been any shots of Tony in the packet of photos Bubble sent her later on, she'd missed them. She made a mental note to go through them again later that night and see if Tony was, indeed, pictured.

"Your brother certainly has a flair about him," Saffron remarked, studying the pub's meager menu.

"You've met 'im, then?" Tony asked.

Put this seemingly uptight lawyer in a ridiculously loud suit, grow his hair out, grease it up, plaster a stupid, slightly leering grin on his face and you'd have Squeak in stereo, Saffron mused as she studied Tony's features for only about the 100th time that day.

Saff recalled having been witness to Squeak's antics firsthand during that flight to New York. Giving the matter deeper thought, she barely recalled something Squeak had said about a twin brother of his.

And now she sat across from that brother as he brought a pint of ale to his lips.

Small world, she thought.

"Yes," Saff said, a cheeky grin playing on her lips. "He's, um… quite something."

Tony flashed her a thin-lipped smile.

"What a… judicious way to put it," he replied.

Saffron's grin turned to a mildly confused frown.

"You don't get on with him?"

"Oh, no, no, no… Nothing like that! We get on just fine! Squeak's my best mate!"

"But it sort of sounds like…"

Nodding in silent thought, Tony closed his eyes, put his hands in his pockets, leaned back against his chair, stretched out his legs and shrugged.

"We're just completely different, Squeak and me, that's all. Mum says I must've cut off his oxygen supply in the womb or somethin' of the like."

Saff put her hand to her mouth, truly shocked that Tony would say such a thing about his brother.

"Tony!" she scolded. "Oh, come on!"

"Well, she does say it," Tony told her. "Believe you me, though, Squeak's her favorite. Always has been. Her little baby! Her pride and joy!"

Saffron raised an eyebrow at this, twisting her lips into a wry, but knowing, grimace.

"Now there's a song I've heard before," she muttered. Tony frowned, confused, and she added, "My Mum is the same way."

"About you?" Tony asked. Saffron noticed that he winced briefly just then, as if he were hurting, and was favoring his right side a bit. She started to ask if he was all right, but opted to let it go.

"No," Saff said, taking a sip of tonic water, "about my older brother. So I understand what it's like."

Tony sighed. He downed a healthy mouthful of ale. But it became clear to Saffron that he wasn't jealous of Squeak being the favorite.

"Didn't matter we looked the same — Mum's partial to 'im. Maybe it's because he was so… you know… strange and all."

"You don't say," Saffy replied, knitting her brow as if deep in thought. "Squeak? Strange? How?"

At that, the two of them burst out into good-natured laughter. She'd caught Tony off guard with the joke, which he clearly found delightful, given the thousand-watt smile he flashed her way.

"He got the nickname 'Squeak' because he didn't say actual words the first couple years like I did — just sorta went "EEEK!" whenever he tried talkin'. So our Pop called him 'Squeak' and the name stuck."

"What's his real name, then?" Saffron asked.

"Andrew," Tony replied. "He started talking normal 'round age five. And then nobody could stop him yammering. Believe it or not, he's got the highest IQ in the family! Practically genius level, 'e is."

"And what about you?" Saff had to ask. She propped her chin on her palm, raising an eyebrow quizzically.

"I'm smart enough," Tony said, laughing. "But Squeak's the brains of the bunch of us."

That thought gave Saffron pause. But he was, by all accounts, a nice guy and a wonderful husband to Bubble. Maybe he was some kind of PR savant.

"Bubble seems quite taken with him," Saff noted. "She has been for a while, if I recall."

"That girl! He's over the moon about her, he is! Never had a girlfriend his whole life and here he is now, a happily married man, going on about how many babies they want!" Tony laughed, shaking his head. "Some things are meant to be, I reckon."

"Apparently," Saffron answered. She liked Tony's easy way of laughing — the way his whole face expressed pure joy when joking about his twin brother, whom he clearly adored.

Damn, she wished she didn't like him so much.

Because that meant trouble ahead for sure, she knew.