I snort, and wave off the beer -- not because I don't appreciate the gesture, but because I'm really more of a Red Bull girl. Setting down my slice of pizza for a sec, I turn to face him, drawing my legs to my chest, and resting my chin on my knees.

"Is that what you were on the phone about?" I ask, arching an eyebrow. With a weary sort of smile I add, "I'm pretty sure I had enough of the whole fading in and out of existence thing when we took down Kang the Conqueror, anyway."