Stephen smirked slightly at the image her words presented before descending back into his sulk. "I know it's not my fault, which is why I'm an idiot for running off... because now it LOOKS like my fault," he slouched further in his chair, sucking hard on the whizbee for a couple of minutes before speaking again. "You know, there's a lot of junk in this cupboard... and no broom. It should be called a junk cupboard."