I'll do the cooking. And no laps. The only 'laps' you need to worry about right now is your own if I have to invite Fred over here to sit on yours and make you stay.

I think not.

[Sigh] Tasting like apples is not a sign. Just because some apples are bad, does not mean all apples are bad here.

[Youth was getting awfully close to being tied up again.] You're not walking your turtle. If he needs to do any more walking, he can walk around on your bed. [He didn't want to turn his back on Youth, as he was still afraid the other might bolt, or, hell, might be crazy enough to hit him on the head to make an escape, but...] I'll get you your turtle for the challenge, and to keep you company, but you both stay on this bed, okay?