[A flash of embarrassment and he makes a face at himself. No, he didn't want to play the know-it-all, but it was written into him. It was part of why he tried to over medicate himself. He's too much sometimes and he knows it. His ears turn a little pink and the slide of her fingertip down his nose makes him smile again. He chomps at the air like he's going to bite it before she pulls away.] No zombies. [He looks down and the dishes are clean. He rinses them off and starts drying them. Spotless to be returned to his favorite taco hut.] And no breaking into your brother's garden. Hmph. I suppose I'll just have to charm him with my words over the journals. It worked with you, after all.