"I am unshaped clay before your mastery." You might need to talk him down from just wearing pajama pants or something. His overdressing is a bit of a problem.

What was far less of a problem was the goldenrod color to the face. Seemed to be triggered by smooches to the cheek spots. Quite the phenomenon. "As you do in mine. Makes it all worthwhile."

The mint popped into being and he hummed his approval. He thought he was missing something, and here was a nice aroma and a pop of color. He took up the other glass and offered it to clink.

"To bringing light and joy, not catching fire in the volcano, and saying 'fuck it' to wearing pants."