Well, living meat. [He wrinkles his nose.] Ugh, I'm banning the word "meat" from this conversation from here on out. Let me see it. [He doesn't wait for her to actually give him her arm before he takes it in his hands, though at least he's gentle about it... For as bunch as one can be gentle pinching at the tendrils under the skin with sharp fingernails.]

So if your options are "die and become the angriest flower garden in the world" or "talk about yourself," you're gonna go with the flowers?

[Said Molly who is also clearly not starting a sharing circle to deal with his budding problem. Hah.]