If I were in your place, I would want to be less itchy. [Accept the medicine, dang!! He'll bring some home, and he will keep bringing it home until it gets used.

Anyway, well. He pauses in his drawing for a second, considering - is this a thing Viktor needs to know right now, while they're having a peaceful little arts and crafts afternoon? Would it add anything to the experience to say, oh, no, I was an animated skeleton hand bullying people into giving me pens to write with?

Probably not. It's not funnier in retrospect, like he hoped at the time it would be.]

No, I didn't. What kind of meal could you fit an entire skin into? Maybe someone shorter...