[ HA that worked-- oh god he's just dying now, isn't he. His half-second of amusement doesn't survive long at all, and Vasquez props his elbows up on his knees to hold his head in his hands with less effort spent. Maybe it'll keep the room from spinning, even if he'd rather not see whatever it is his skin is doing this close. That's a nightmare for future him to deal with, though! He'll leave that one alone until later. ]

[ After a solid minute of silence while he wrangles the mess he's dealing with, Vasquez looks back up, discomfort almost painfully obvious in his expression. He's trying, but he just can't quite rib Rhys how he'd like when it feels like he swallowed roughly fourteen snakes. ]

You'd-- better make sure that isn't strawberry ice cream, then. [ Inwardly, he hopes it is. Being that this...condition was liable to go on for a bit more, he might as well try eating something to settle it-- if Rhys tossed that pint, he'd just grab it. But-- no spoon, at least...none that he knew of. The universe was cruel. ] While I'd get a kick out of you getting this, we're not really gonna be having a good time if we're both out of commission. If something shows up in the meantime, well-- you're at least an okay shot, right? Maybe?