*thumbs his nose playfully* I'll have you know, sir, my skills are in high demand among the most demanding critics of Buckleburgh. Meaning, of course, my vegetable-resistant little cousins. It's all in the presentation.
*sets Mabel down with a pat to the head and scoots her on her way, then pulls himself upright again* *nods in response (and struggles to keep his mind from wandering beyond drying off, warming up, and eating dinner (civilized and sensible, Doc))* Thanks, will do. *waves a hand in a vague beckoning gesture* Do you want me to take your towel in, too?