I can believe one's enough! God, so glad you're okay, honey.
I'll throw something together for you, then! 'Don't think I've got anything better to be doing tomrorow, anyway.
Mm, I don't think anything could keep me from being fantastic, baby. It's just who I am. And besides, the joint is... shit, medicinal. S'lookin' like I'm going to have to go file at another clinic; of all things, to fall out of the sky with an empty bud box. This isn't heaven, after all.
Saturday Evening will be just fine! Or whenever, of course, but when you do make it in, I'll warn you right now, there's going to be a celebration in your honor. It's not every day I meet a Sir as positively darling as you, after all.