That's true. I should probably just stay outside in the parking lot so that nobody asks me to look at puke. Someone else can do it! I did enough!

You're the costume designer! I trust you!

[...] Sorry. I guess that was sort of a silly question, considering... y'know. Everything.

Between emergency rooms being extra-bad and desperately trying to make sure Z has a good Christmas, I guess I never really had time to consider my own personal feelings on it?