April's only suggestion -- which was going to remain unvoiced, for reasons that should be obvious -- was for Priestly to maybe flip the eggs and hopefully get a cool-looking burn or something on his stomach.

April was a really strange person.

"It'll come back," she said instead. She found it hard to believe that one round of sex would cure the pollen thing entirely. "If it's still going on in a couple days, call me or whatever."