That sounds like a wild ride. Hope it doesn't happen to me, I threw up in the fountain when I got here and I'd rather not do it again.

[ He reappears in jeans and a t-shirt, bare-foot since his slippers have been tossed into the ether that is his bedroom; the door remains open behind him, ceiling painted black and dotted in multi-colored star-charts.

He hitches up a smile as he joins her to peek at the groceries. ]

Bones is Leonard, it's an old nickname I picked up for him when we first met. Force of habit now.