Erin grabbed Britomart by both sides of her head and stared into her eyes. "I just told you. Just be around them, if they want to hug you, kiss you, bend you over a table and eat your ass, whatever it is. Just being there for them to interact with you will make them happy." She released Britomart and turned away from her. In a flash Jim was yanked into the room looking very confused and very drunk as he stumbled to the work bench for support.<span style="color: #ffffff"> "Huh, what... Why am I..." </span>He looked at Britomart with blurry eyes and glared at her.<span style="color: #ffffff">"Wanna... Wanna tell me how little I mean to you... Again? Didn't twist the knife in-"</span>He was sent flying across the room as Erin struck him square in the cheek with a steam-powered, armored gauntlet. Erin healed him then looked back at Britomart. "Mother, go pick him up and hold him tight. You don't even have to tell him anything, just hold him and love him like he loves you." Britomart would hear the familiar whine of an EMP charging from glove as if daring the warrior to argue.<br/><br/>"Water and fatty foods will help you from feeling so bad in the morning. But you'll still be able to feel a nice buzz that might help you settle down." He nodded and smiled. "And it's one I'm hoping to help you with. Hey Shauna, Relene and I are going out for barbeque and drinks, bring your harpy and come with us."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>