"Well, lucky for you, scrapes are easy to attend to," Rhys said as he rose back to full height. "If you'd like, I have plenty of colorful band-aids you can choose from." There was an eagerness about the way he brought this up, and before she could even get a word in about her preference he was shuffling over to reach for one of the cupboards to produce his band-aid collection.

Jumping jahooneys, that's a lot of band-aids! Band-aids! Band-aids galore! More band-aids than you know what to do with! You know what, you could probably clothe an army with all those band-aids alone. Where did he get all those? There are so many different kinds that hyperlinks alone could never cover the staggering variety, and in fact, you might even start to suspect that cupboard leads not to a cozy little cubby space for medical supplies, but a wormhole. A wormhole probably stocked with more band-aids.

"I... think I get carried away."