Stan tried desperately to think of things he could chat about.
Been planning how to fight Bole with kids' charms...
Apparently injured some total stranger while having a nightmare...
Had an extremely hot shared dream with someone who wasn't you...
Had a yell-and-shove with your best friend...
"I... um...been okay. Getting to know my housemates, I guess. Wish they'd let us out, though. How about you?" He took a big forkful of the dessert. Totally sweeter than was his idea of dinner, but it was worth a try.