It’s dry. It’s cold, and it’s dry. We’re regularly delivering defibrillator-strength jolts to one another. Touched the dog the other day and it sounded like a ladyfinger cracker went off. Got his attention, too. I wanted to apologize, but perhaps it’s better if they think that’s one of your powers. Didn’t know I could do that, eh? Keep that in mind the next time you’re harking up something on the good rug.