They're driving back from Baba's when Dean swerves onto an exit ramp. Jarred away from Fresh Air on NPR, Chris says, "Where are you going?"
Dean points. The sign reads: FIREWORKS—ROCKETS, ROMAN CANDLES, NOVELTIES.
"No way," Chris says flatly.
"It's New Year's Eve! You've gotta light fireworks at midnight."
Dean looks so honestly excited that Chris feels guilty, but he reminds himself about burns, lost fingers, blindness, and environmental hazards.
"I was thinking we'd be otherwise occupied then," Chris says.
"And for the next couple after?" Dean parries.
"That too," Chris answers, and lays his hand on Dean's thigh.