[The sad answer is "yes". But that's a subject for never, thanks m'am. It's not something he needs to or wants to think about at all right now. Or anytime soon.]

I think that candy must have been laced with something after all. It's making you all sappy and gross.

[Does he ever let the wall of bullshit down even a bit? It sure doesn't seem like it.

But he does lean forward, suddenly snatching the other lollipop from her lap with a deft hand. The comm gets laid down, casual as can be, like he hasn't had an iron grip on it this whole time. He needs the extra hand to pull the wrapper off the candy.]

You're lucky I'm around to double-check for you, huh, Sappho? Even at the risk to my own health...

[He pops the lollipop into his mouth, grinning around the stick. And then of course he has to add (slightly mumbled around the sweet):]

Oh, but that's a lie. I've actually been lying a lot! Grape's my favorite flavor.