[Yeah, he noticed when he got spit out of a slimy grav-couch. Hot mess indeed. You're not looking much better, old friend, but... hey. Alive is good. He shrugs one shoulder, hand going back into his pocket and adopting the Most Casual of All Casual poses as he does.]

I would have suggested it but Ed might have actually punched me in the face. [Didn't want to deal with it. Couldn't have seen it coming either.]

I was looking for a place earlier but then I got--

[Oh. Cue one somewhat horrified look.] The stew.

[No, seriously, don't mind him turning on his heel and heading back the way he came. He does remember to gesture toward Hughes. This way, man. Follow him. Come stir stew or something.]