"No, no," Bill said. "No sprouting of fur or claws. Just flu-ish, but that's manageable. And I had a bizarre craving for rare steak, but that's manageable too."
He tucked his legs up under him on the bed and patted the mattress nearby, indicating Fred should sit.
"I'm more interesting in hearing about what's going on with you. How're things with Verity? I'm sorry I haven't checked in more; I've had a lot on my plate too."