"No, no way," Jeremy groans about his pants being 'deep inside him'. "The last time I had to get in touch with my inner clothing, it was my inner sequined thong, and I needed three doses of Ex-lax to retrieve it. Don't get me started on the cleaning bill."

He is definitely far more at his ease with jokes than he is thinking about anything else that is going on. His fingers work while he talk, deftly twisting the straws together. He does a lot of street origami-- big hit with the kids-- but he's been known to use whatever's at hand. Straws work.

"Clothing store-- check. Only problem is I don't think I have any cash."

Perhaps that other feature of the tablet bears explaining.