Gabe just blinked for a moment before he started laughing. "You thief!" he chortled. At least part of his mirth was for realising that, no matter how busy he'd been in the last little while (and he'd been busy) he hadn't gone for the stash. It had just been such regular, mundane busyness. And he'd had to be up every morning being responsible. What was with that?
"Give me back the two-question-mark one," Gabe suggested. "It's most susceptible to influence, and you probably shouldn't take it anyway. I'm still not entirely sure what it does." Which was patently obvious by the labelling, what was this unhelpful nonsense? "You can keep the rest, if you like," he added magnanimously, "but I reserve the right to hit you up if I'm in need. And if you take the three-exclamation one you can't drink coffee, eat pickles or go out in sunlight for fourteen hours." He shrugged. That was just the way it was.