(OOC: Endos make a brother wanna facepalm. I kid. I was actually planning for Chris to turn up inside Fiana having turned her digestion off, but, meh, maybe next time. Rift is just a shortened way of saying dimensional storage.)<br/>Chris tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for Ptricia to answer. "...think I'll sink her with my pink torpe-oh, Ptricia. Alright." Chris put his bike into rift and walked to Ptricia's place as she opened the doors he smiled and hugged her before they made their way into the tunnel. He grinned deviously as she mentioned his "getting lucky."<br/>"Lemme just say I hope you had as much fun as me. Though I doubt it." As the smell of meat wafted across his nostrils and he coughed. "Ick." As they walked into the kitchen he asked "How's Babs any.....way..." His jaw dropped further and further as his vision made his way from the oven to the wall. "Sweet Fenris." He shook his head at the ridiculous scene in front of him. "It's like I've been in a frickin' cartoon the last couple of days." He shook his head at Babs's. "Naw, she had to open up shop." He turned around to Ptricia. "So what have you been doing other than this?" He had plenty more to ask-more gigs, namely-but first he wanted to know what his drummer had been up to, unlike most rock frontmen/singers, who would rather not know.