"Oh, fantastic," Tim says, a low sarcasm that has only gotten heavier in the last year as everything has just gotten more and more awful. It certainly doesn't help to be, well, back in a way? To be not-dead (different than undead, but he's not going to think about that with too much focus, certainly).

"You can catch me up on that, too," he says. Then, with a bit of a smile that almost manages to be sheepish, he confesses, "I've mostly just been eating the marshmallows. Do I have to worry about my physique if I'm blown up on any other day?"

It's a bad joke.