There was a long list of things that Dick usually had to say about the hippie things that Carrie seemed to think were food. But in this case, he wasn't about to argue with anything that had calories in it. He downed the mixture in one go. Then he took a spoon out of the drawer and helped Carrie eat the oatmeal.
"I was going to. But you're right, it'd kill me. Besides, you'd div--leave me if I did." Was it just a slip of the tongue, or was his brain actually fried to the point that he thought they were married for those brief seconds? Dick wasn't sure, but he didn't need to be giving Carrie heart attacks. "We'll get some sleep, head out tomorrow, save the day some more. I wouldn't trust someone in my condition to save my life anyway."