"I met a sentient alien helicopter named Spinister. Like 'spin' plus 'sinister.'" Harry shrugs, sipping his bourbon again. "But who knows, maybe that's the alien helicopter version of 'John.'"

He raises an eyebrow at Five's hesitance, but doesn't press further. He knows well enough that there are some things you'd rather keep to yourself.

"Fair enough. You're right, though. Stopping two apocalypses definitely makes you worthy of multiple cakes."