"One can hope," Felix sighed dramatically, the corners of his mouth turning down in a cartoonish frowny face. "Well, maybe I can sweet talk the next plague doctor into being my personal phlebotomist for a night. Weirder shit's happened."
Stepping up to the entrance to the building, he opened the door to allow her to enter first. "Well, if Jack just randomly turns to a wall and starts pitching the bottle of cooking oil, or a can of coke or something I guess we've got an answer to that." He'd meant it as a joke, but a weird idea was settling in his head, even if how to make it happen practically on his own escaped him for the moment.