Joly's put his own glass down to struggle with the scientific advance of a childproof cap. "Dod't be ridigulous, you're sigg. You aren'd goig in by lab." The cap yields to reason. Joly grins in triumph and takes out two doses.

He hands one dose to Lesgle swallows his own, thinks a moment, and puts his leg over Bossuet's to hook their ankles together. "You stay here." Joly is totally prepared to fight about this, if fighting can be about lying down and waiting for the room to not spin.He tries it. "... I thing the cherubs helb.They're...holdig id steady."

He frowns. There was something else he was supposed to answer. Oh, right. "Id's impordant. To know how we ged sigg. It's--"he waves in explanation, and then regrets it. "helbful."