[Gabe raised an arm, holding up one finger, still well-flopped on the bed.] Thank you and don't forget to tip your waitresses.

[That said, he scrambled into sitting position on the bed and sat cross-legged, peering over at the art supplies for a moment before getting bored watching and going back to making his crinkle-curls go SPROING. It was a surprisingly time-consuming task.]

Yeah, well, I'm a bit before time, itself, so, uh, it happens.