Cal Kestis: You good?
Greez Dritus: Yeah, just a smidge rusty. You?
Cal Kestis: A little restless, but we'll be fine.
Greez Dritus: Well listen to you, mister optimistic.
Cal Kestis: Hm.
Greez Dritus: Hey, you wanna do me a favor? Cut it out. You're giving me a stomachache.
Cal Kestis: You sure it's not your cooking?