Just you wait. Soon I will start dragging you to beaches. *looks about* No smooching couples. That is something. *pauses* Say, in all seriousness, beaches are wasted on you too, huh?

...guess.

Oh, don't ask me purpose-of-life questions, you know I am not good with those, and you know we won't be likely to agree on any answers. *shrugs* I get you are bored and feel useless. But why don't you use this time to do something nice for yourself, without this feeling of 'I should be doing something else now'?

Then lead our way, oh grown man, and we go find ourselves some nice place to not mope. *starts walking* You are terribly cranky when you are bored. Want me to get you some more books?

*coughs to hide a giggle* I'm trying to be full of gravity, I swear I am. And I was not suggesting offroad wheeling. But if you are going to mope over your clean garage you might as well catch some sunshine while doing so.

*tries very hard to keep a straight face* There there. I'm sure this place will be shambled in no time. Come on, let's go outside and get some sunshine. And hear birds and watch, uh, flowers and couples making out.

*looks at the non-chaos, then at Jeremy* Um. Congratulations? *pauses* That is good, right?

*shrugs uncomfortably* I may not be overly romantic, but.... IIiiiii suppose it is the latter. Petty-minded, I know. But what can you do.

*patiently waits until Jeremy wheels himself back and around the column* I don't hate flowers and singing birds. It's just that now parks and cafés will fill up with smooching couples again. *shrug* Is just nothing I like all that much.

I've been... alright. There was some excitement, but in this line of work that is not really news, so... *shrugs* It's spring. Not my favorite season.

*grins* I'll come with, if you don't mind. For moral support when you see any chaos. *nudges him* Hey, and with that chair I can actually get you back to medical ward if you faint from horror, heh...

Eh, I suppose it was rather funny. You know. Objectively speaking. *clears throat* And I understand there is a proud tradition of filling canes with guns or throw-nets or miniature rocket-launchers. So that would make you even cooler than that doctor. *pauses* I watch TV when I can't sleep...

Can do. *falls in next to him* Don't worry, you will adjust. After my little accident- *taps eyepatch* I kept walking into doorframes at first. You get used to almost everything.

In this, you could at least drive over people's feet? You could practice on me, my boots are steel-reinforced... *pauses and gestures at wheelchair* Uh, you want me to lend a hand with this?

*walks next to the chair* ...not even rally-stripes? Does that mean you won't be stuck with this long?

((OOC: SO sorry for being MIA))

...did I use innuendo again by mistake? Is there anything in this language that is not double-entendre?
...so that eating contest, who did win?

Absolutely not. Do not listen to any rumors that would suggest I am!

Heh... if it helps, most of the cute ones... *hesitates* Let's say most of the cute and nice ones I have to be professional with, too. Looks like we have to meet out guys... Um. Where do normal girls meet guys?

Eh... I assume that means guys, yes? Sure. Not underwear-model-handsome but... *shrugs* you know. Some are... you know. Cute. *coughs* Eh. Yourself? At least when you are out and digging and not stuck in museum?

Exactly. Which is pity because, like I say, his kitchen is top-notch and beaches there are lovely. Then again, sunbathing is no fun when you have two bits of muscle built like wardrobes staring at you the whole time.