[ Robbie lets out a piercing three note whistle, the kind that is universal for here, girl, come on back cause the walk's over. As expected, no dog, bitch or stud, makes an appearance.

He’s not a big fan of cursing, and that goes double when he’s trying to get everyone to chill out. ]

I guess Lassie went to go save Timmy from another well. That solves that problem.

[ But the look he’s giving Dixon speaks volumes about Robbie’s sudden nosedive in respect. He doesn’t have to say “dude. She’s half your age, lay off.” Because he can feel it on his face. ]

I’m fine. I haven’t blacked out again, so I’m hoping it was a one-off. A friend of mine used to get the worst nosebleeds when he used his powers. I don’t know if that’s better.

[ He turns to the blonde teen. ]

What about you, how’s your morning treating you?

[ He expects he might get a more accurate representation, or hopes for one without name-calling. It hasn’t even been a week. ]