Drake was always a strange one, at least in Herb's mind. He'd peck at his cereal with careful fingers, instead of consuming giant bites with a shiny spoon. He'd order his flowers from darkest to lightest, instead of the opposite, much to Binkie's distress. He'd prefer stale beverages against freshly carbonated ones. He'd sleep for most of the morning, but hardly during the evenings. He'd never mention his line of work, even when approached by the question.
Drake was a strange one indeed, but Herb never minded. Everyone was strange in their own ways, weren't they?
