[ As the bag of gummies sets in his hand, he can already smell the saturated levels of artificial flavoring. But he is just hungry enough to go for it. John reaches in and grabs a single gummy, tentatively putting it in his mouth. Eugh, god this is gross. Too sweet. But he takes one for the team, because his best buddy is just so good to him. When he swallows, there's a very despairing sigh. ]

Thanks.

[ At the question of what he has, John has to actually think on that. He fusses with his modus to see what's there. ]

Oh man...

I'm pretty sure that Rose is somewhere out there sufficiently judging us right now. Like. Nose up in the air and everything, because I don't have anything on me minus my hammerkind.

I mean I could... Uh...

Tenderize the meat of some beast we hunt down or whatever. Smack the crap out of an offender.

[ John manages to laugh a bit. ]

Hah, hey maybe unload one of your sick rhymes down on a pile of wood and we'll totally be in business.

[ See? Hivemind. There's a reason they're besties. ]