[Stacia makes a face.]

Yeah, that looked like a whooooooole thing that calls for some recovery time. Possibly some pot or platonic snuggles, but the former's hard to come by around here and I don't know any of you well enough to offer the latter.

But I'll hit him up tomorrow. Drop your name so he doesn't think I'm trying to lure him into an ambush and eat his face or something.