*claps* You wrote them! :D I'm so happy right now, you're one of the few writers I think could have pulled it off this perfectly. ^^

Carlton manages to turn his head just enough that the beer he sprays does not hit Henry. He coughs, swallows, and gives Henry a hard look. “You are not psychic.”

“No, I’m not.” Henry’s beer lands on his coaster and he takes a drink. “I’m just divorced.”

Just perfect.