"After what I have already seen and been through you think I want more years?" Nix snorted a disdainful sound. "Eating out a crusty asshole would be more pleasant... uh. Probably shouldn't say that eating pretzels." He frowned at the shape of them, before dragging his ass back up to return to the kitchenette.

"Your stomach is better now, hmm? Weed solves so much."