[The look on her face makes Blake smile. She always was expressive as hell.]

What about you, huh? You get lesbian married to that armadillo yet? [He'd remembered something faint about that back in the real world, a fragment of a particularly weird dream that he'd told his husband to make him laugh.] She'd better not still be stealing shit. I want to see my girl with an honest rodent.

[He'd almost forgotten Ralph was there. It's easy to miss a tiny little guy like that.]

That's right. I'm downright fuckin' domesticated. [He keeps scratching between Steve's ears. He can't seem to stop.] Turns out a few years on monster island gets your priorities in order, even if you forget all about it.