Of course! [He doesn’t even have to ask.] There’s gotta be something in De Chima.

Yeah, seriously. And how the fuck would I stab anyone with knitting needles? I’ll be too busy trying to knit one, purl two, whatever the hell that means. [But duly noted about leaving the needles on a chair, he will leave them on someone else’s chair instead.] Cool. Can you let me in? I’m at your kitchen window and I don’t wanna make them think someone broke in and stole something.