"No problem, Rosie-doll. I'm a lot hairier than you are. I have a fine layer of fur protecting my skin from the elements." Ever since going to the future and seeing what he would be--or rather, what he might become--he'd been intensely aware of the possibility of actual fur popping up. But nothing. His body just kept his fur or whatever underneath the skin.
"So... yeah." He rubbed the back of his neck. It wasn't often that he felt awkward at all, but something in Rose's voice had set it off in him. "Anyway, I'll make it big, star in the next movie about green things, and you'll come to the premiere and meet Tom Hanks. Or Cruise, if that's how you roll."