I'm good, don't worry about it. [She's definitely picked up a couple bites and scratches, but nothing she can't deal with.] What about you?
[Then she looks over to Tim - then glances at Chip, then at Tim again. Hmm. Well, that's... something, at least, possibly.] I'm their aunt. And, apparently, you're... Tim.
[How she manages to pack so much suspicion into that one syllable is a mystery for the ages.]
no subject
[Then she looks over to Tim - then glances at Chip, then at Tim again. Hmm. Well, that's... something, at least, possibly.] I'm their aunt. And, apparently, you're... Tim.
[How she manages to pack so much suspicion into that one syllable is a mystery for the ages.]
Helping, how?