"Hit her with it, if she ever brings the subject up again." Staas said with a bright smile, his finger tapping against his mug and his knee bouncing slightly. "Though she's moved on to Bridget now, hasn't she?" he teased.
"No, if it comes back on its own it wasn't really dead, so the zombie analogy doesn't apply. Then it's more like CPR or somebody waking up from a coma or something. It's when you force it that there's blood and brains and shit, and someone ends up taking a cricket bat to it all." He was quite proud of his zombie theory, actually, though he realized he may have gone over the line by mention blood and brains.
He gave a rueful little laugh, and stretched a leg out, poking Ira with his toes again. "Don't knock the mundane, dude. Nothing wrong with that. Besides, it never feels mundane in the moment, does it?"