"Hey, I was seeing sparkles and having a headache for hours!" Aya countered cheerfully, "But...yeah. And it's for the best right? My allergies getting fucked up would be like playing Russian Roulette." Dumb. Incredibly dumb.

She set her mug aside so she could hug him back then rested her chin on his shoulder. "Risk? Braig, monkey-butt is the risk! If I were slightly more uptight I'd have arranged your death by now!"