I wasn't about to head outside; just surprised the center wasn't blown away.

[ He glances down at Cujo, happy the pooch didn't try to jump him at any rate. His gaze goes back to Heather and his hair-tussling turns into a full on ruffle. ]

You look good. Tan, but healthy at any rate.

[ Snake tilts his head a bit. ] Might have to go out for hot dogs again; you're looking a bit thin. [ Well, you're looking a bit OLD, Snake. And burnt-faced. ]