Ah yes. Trucy. My daughter. She should be in the kitchen I believe.

[Thank you Venom, he very much appreciates the blankets. In fact the bundling at least seems to sate his chills. His wide blue eyes peeking out from the cloth that now mostly covered him as if he were a mummy.

Yes. This was perfect. Nice and warm.]

She’ll take the juice and I’ll have some later. Maybe with some hamburgers when Maya stops by, when I’m feeling a bit more piqued.

[Your intuition is more on the money than you believe Venom. If it weren’t obvious by how quiet the house currently was save for their conversation.]