“Hey my perspective was fine as it was,” he sniffed indignantly as he scooped up a big serving of shrimp. “Besides, if I’m back in frog mode, we’re not going to be eating such fine, fine cuisine. Bugs for dinner. And no one wants that.” Granted, he hadn’t actually eaten any flies that day, but he remembered it hadn’t seemed like a bad idea.
He nodded silently as she assured him she was healing alright. She looked better since that day, so he wasn’t about to make a fuss about it, at least not a huge one. “Look, I don’t have a lot of room to say shit to you. But after that,” a pair of long chopsticks gestured to the bandage peeking out from under the fabric, “I get a little worried about you going off places I don’t know about. Something could’ve happened to you while you weren’t at Daisy’s and I wouldn’t know about it.” Sure, he hadn't known exactly where Daisy's was in the first place, but it was the principle of the matter.