Yes, and I keep interdimensional, wiggling tentacles in tupperware in a fridge downstairs. [Is he joking? It’s difficult to tell, hard-edged with something that sounds like sarcasm, but maybe she’ll know the truth someday.] But there’s still a very big difference between even that and knocking back nightmares incarnate.

[And don’t think he didn’t notice!! Her ignoring!! The first half of his complaint!!

Stephen pinches the bridge of his nose.]

Come on by before you do anything you regret. Do you need me to whip up a portal for you or do you have it covered?