Oh, yes, I have an aspirin allergy and a minor stitch-up became a major hospital stay when a medication mix-up happened. [ Butch huffs a laugh as he gathers up the tea bags and cups. ] All's well ends well, though! These creaky old bones aren't getting any younger, but I've been waking up feeling dandier than a dandelion in mid-July after all that rest!

[ Even the old tomahawk scar wasn't giving him as much trouble anymore, which is strange because-

He doesn't ever remember getting wounded by a tomahawk.

There's a soft little 'clink' as Butch stops suddenly in the middle of setting the teacup down on it's saucer. With his back turned to Grey at the moment, she won't get to see the confusion that flickers over his face, but the little bout of silence stretches on a few beats longer than it should have. ]

... Would you like some vanilla almond milk? Sugar?