I don't know, maybe Bram could thare you hith thecrets.

[Ha ha headless joke. Psii isn't smiling much as he says it, however, just sets his backpack down on the ground. Give him a second...]

[Voila, a snuggie. He is draping it over Amal's head. Hope you like them, buddy.]

Alright, we might be blurring quadrantsth a little here, but I think everyone here needth a feeling jam. What do we have an overabundance of?