[ No one but Dave really needs to worry about the loops of Daves. There are usually entirely too many fucking Daves, and at this point in his time career he generally kind of has that shit on lockdown enough that there are at least not dead Daves littering the corridors, and what can anyone else really ask for?

There's a snort-laugh at the Harleybert exclamation, but then Dirk...puts his foot in his mouth.

There's a moment of total silence, and then Dave just looks absolutely fucking delighted. ]

Oh thank fuck, you do the foot-in-mouth thing too. I thought it was just me. This is terrific, high five for making ourselves incredibly uncomfortable with the shit that comes out of our mouths. [ Is that really worth a high five? Honestly, Dave is just thrilled someone else in the Strilonde clan fucked up and said something they didn't mean to say. He usually has that job covered back and forth and Rose and Roxy do not seem to have the issue so far as he's aware. ]

Where doing this man. [ Aaaaaaand here come the shitty comic references. ] Where making this happen.

[ Dave, why are you a self-referencing dork. He's actually holding up his hand for a high five. You know you want to, Dirk. Don't leave him hanging. ]

Also, one, I'm totally gonna paint Wiz now. Look forward to it, Wiz, you'll be my masterpiece. Two, if you ever call Rose your little girl please make sure I'm in the vicinity. Three, I got no clue what you're talking about 'cause we've both been completely and totally smooth cool cucumbers this entire time if anyone asks. Just. So ice-cold. Just absolutely frigid. Tundra-level conversation here, dude.