Pouring himself another shot, Archer chuckled. "Clearly," he said, downing half of it. "I will always go to you in the future when I require a dislodging of that nature." He laughed outright as he mentioned Isobel. "She is," he said with a sigh. "I-I had dinner with her, once. She cooked for me, because..." He scratched at his arm, near where the IV marks were. "She thought I needed to be fed. I eat rarely, I believe I told you. So. I went up there. And she was wearing this pink dress." He groaned, pressing a hand to his forehead. "It was terrible, Samuel."