See, right, so I went ahead and made a stupid wish because I was sure it wouldn't work. So it's technically not my fault, although I recognize that it wasn't necessarily my proudest moment, but I didn't really think and -

[ Don't worry, Caitlin, he knows word vomit intimately. But then he sighs,
opening his arms in a 'this happened' way. ]

I wished to be sexy.

[ Another sigh. ]

But apparently, not only does the well work, it also has some weird sense of humor or just some perception that the less clothes you wear, the sexier you are. I mean, I guess I can't entirely fault that, but..

[ Because if you asked Nate what's sexy, he doesn't have to think before thinking 'a beautiful woman in fancy lingerie'. ]

Anyway. It works. I'm sorry, I can - turn around, or something.