Oh, now, that stuff's probably written down on the hospital papers somewhere! [ Flowers gently slides her arm over his own shoulders, chatting cheerfully as he does. ] We'll get you more swaddled up than a baked burrito and I'll help you get back there to fetch them, how about?

[ And then he leans closer briefly, under the guise of shifting his grip and his voice drops low. ]

And if I were you, I'd be awful careful about asking anyone anything like that again.

[ He winks and then starts guiding her towards the nearby thrift store. ]