[even if she doesn't 100% know what the future holds, you're already one of hers, buddy]

Ah. Gotcha. All that future junk's still weird to me. [no skin off her back, though! speaking of 'skin' and 'off'--] As long as he's only making skin pizzas out of guys who aren't you, me, or anybody on our crew, he's cool.

I've still got my fingers crossed for someone I've met-- at this point, I mean-- to show up. That or the other Siren.

[have a sheepish grin.]