I mean, I try. [ He sounds ridiculous, and he's aware. Sort of. Men always think they're a little (or a lot) smoother than they actually are, even relatively self-aware ones like this dweeb. Anyway. Jim sits up to settle cross-legged, and reaches out to rub the animal's head, scratching at the roots of grass and flowers growing there. ]

Can't complain too much. The coalition went well, it's been a minute since anything went up in smoke. Just gotta keep at it. How about you?