He pulls a face over the mention of Friday's cleanup duties. He'd only just been starting to cope with having blown up Jacob Seed in Pratt's memory when all that went down. "The whole thing at the buffet was fucking rough and I only came up on it afterward."

A quiet sound in response to that question. "Mmnh, not as you guys understand it. Like it serves the same general function but it doesn't look or feel the same. It's more...sticky, I guess? But clearer, kind of pinkish. Definitely doesn't smell the same."