"C'mon, at least give me a little credit!" When Frizzle pulled back from the bottle he used his pinky to swipe away a bit at his mouth, then checked the level left. "But not saying no to this face is the problem." He snickered again, then looked down with a smile.

"Think you can finish it? No? Alright. Off we go then." Gobo scooted forward and got up out of the chair, tucking the bottle into an open vest pocket as he held Frizzle against his shoulder on the way back to the kitchen, lightly patting his back.