[Coby looked aside suddenly, not wanting to jump in and say, 'Well, we didn't need to mention his head exploding.' It would probably dawn on Saber eventually that the thought was a bit morbid and generally gruesome. Hopefully. No, she seemed pretty content with it.]

Ah, well--Er-- [He was about to answer Saber when he realized the weight of the waiter's eyes were on him.] --Just a glass of water.

[He looked at the waiter and smiled his best, trying not to look like an obvious designated driver. The uniform he wore indicated 'I'll get us to that naval battle, crisp and sober.']

I've been well-rested awhile. My doctor still contacts me, begging me to remain in bed. He's convinced I shouldn't have healed, but I've been fine for weeks.