"My old man once said that I'd never understand the level of disappointment he'd experienced in his life. Suppose I get it now."

John is already working seals over the glass, picking and choosing. He's going to snag his favorites and stock up without shame. "Damn right I am. I'm taking what I've earned. This is a reward for our troubles." Once the seals are shining against the glass, moving, all it takes is a few chanted words for it to start spitting out the snacks that he wants most. "And you said Pepsi, then? That's it? It's soft drink heaven here, and the hotel can't get the syrup ratio right. Why not stock up?" He puts the same seal onto the soda machine, and sure enough it starts shooting out sodas. Maybe a bit too vigorously.

Better get to catching them, Marston.