"Good thing that's not an actual possibility!"

"You don't know me, you don't know my medical history or weird allergies!"

"Guess that's just a risk we'll have to run, then."

"Poor Alex."

"Bah."

"Well on the bright side, you have at least around fourteen goo-free hours per day while you're here."

"I will have to find a way to survive."

"I'm sure you'll manage."

"Eh, probably. But don't push it, I'm very delicate."

"...ma'am, how opposed are you to the idea of being temporarily extra-gooey just because he said that?"

"Do not go out of your way to needle my brother, lovely."

"Aw, okay."

Pat pat. "Though I understand the temptation."

"Yes, the prospect of needling Alex is very tempting."

"No respect, no respect at all."

"Sorry, Alex," he says, not sounding it.

"You are completely without remorse."

"I am, it's true."

"Make him remorseful," suggests Alex.

"I don't think you want me to do that, Alex."

"Oh god no I said nothing."

"Now I'm curious about how you'd go about doing that, ma'am."

"I don't think Alex wants me to tell you."

"Would you telling me how you'd do it be enough to do it?"

"If you don't stop I'm leaving."