[ oh. there's a low whistle at that, as he throws her a look over his shoulder, the ears on top of his head perking up. that's a point, and he's certainly not one to give up. that wouldn't do for a superhero to do that, would it?

it really could just be a points thing. ]

I like how you think, Miss Blue Healer. And talk—but that's obvious.

[ WITH THOSE PUNS. he settles on his tire, continuing pensively with a cant of the head: ]

Hmm. We could stuff some kind of cardboard bottom in this tire and use it like a basket. [ what is this? an actual kind of good idea?! ] Maybe this thing did have a point.

[ no it didn't but sure, let's go with that ]