Conor pressed his own lips together and refrained from making a remark of any sort, only a slight quiver of his lips betraying his amusement. Besides, there probably wasn't a joke he could make that Cass hadn't heard before. He passed out bowls and spoons to everyone, packed away what was left in the ice, then settled back into a more comfortable position.
"I picked one and stuck with it," he replied. "After all this time, it's basically my skin. I actually can't remember the last time I took it off."