[A Scholarly Visit]

Val's response is swift. He's passionate - quick on the draw when it comes to biscuits. "I mean, yeah. You ate, maybe. But you didn't eat these! I'm telling you, you won't wanna miss this stuff, baby. I spent like, six months trying to come up with the best possible ratio of chocolate to biscuit, so." He reaches for the plate as he reclines, crossing his legs. As Ambrosia continues, he'll listen intently. However, he also takes this time to stuff his face with biscuit.
It's all in his beard. Classy stuff.

When she's done explaining what she meant, Val nods and sets the plate back atop his computer desk.
Then, he'll lean forward, fingers pressed against one another. "Okay, so - I have some thoughts. First off, that's cool as hell."

"Extremely cool."

"Secondly, uhh - I have a question. Are you a ghost? You can tell me. I won't tell anyone."



[MEDLAB II]

Like Cessie, Val remains quiet.

He was already just barely skidding by. Don't make things worse, moron.