John turned his head in Cayce's direction, opened his mouth like he was going to say something, then thought better and closed it again. He focused on the tray Aeryn was holding. "You want me to set you up on the buffet table too? Then you could show off your pulse pistol, and use me for target practice to demonstrate your culture?" Ha ha, yeeeaaahh, that's not funny either, John.

He blinked on his own behalf, looking contrite. "I'm just gonna... go. Over there. Before I say anything worse." He couldn't really be blamed, after all. This was the result of over a year of separation. She'd whip him back into shape right quick; wasn't like she hadn't done it before.