Shaking his head, Gus lets out a light chuckle; "A rainbow? For serious? Like Rainbow Brite?" Who he knows Nancy wouldn't know of, but just can't resist asking rhetorically if nothing else.

"Oh! Last time I tended bar, I met a computer program. Pure data in physical form."

He finishes the last of his wine and picks up the bottle, pouring another shallow glass before offering to top off hers with a silent nod of the bottle.