[Gabe was, unfortunately, now seven inches shorter than normal, although still dressed in his usual green jacket/jeans/button-up shirt attire, which sort of killed any bit of femininity about him.]

The seventies were a good decade and don't let anyone tell you any different.

[He opened the door a little wider and moved over to his giant table of sweet confections, popping a truffle into his mouth as he passed it to flop on his bed.] Help yourself. [Said through a mouthful of aforementioned truffle.