Jackie nods, and gets the local mint and clear rum-like alcohol and lime-ish juice and soda water and sugar, and mixes a passable not-mojito. He's improving!

"Yeah, heh. Kind of reminds me of home. The not-shitty parts, I mean." Jackie's trying to focus on the good. His bar is named after Mrs. Chu's restaurant, for crying out loud. He has to think about the Sun On Yee every day here.