[He flashsteps over for the important purpose of making sure that the orange soda is properly capped before it is slammed. You can't let perfectly good soda spill everywhere.

As he does so, he considers what to say and how he could say it. It isn't easy. For Roxy, he wants to try his hardest.]

We were pretty much an unmitigated disaster of a session from start to finish, both with respect to the technical aspects of our game and the more metaphysical elements that Sburb is supposed to invoke in its players. It's one reason you were such a godsend to us all.

[He glances at her over his shoulder. He almost smiles.] Thanks for trying to keep us all together.