Crichton chuckles and motions for Gaeta to take his time. Don't choke on his account, dude.

"Ah, that's a shame. Got work?" he asks, casually. Crichton is off today which makes it that much more of a treat since he can look forward to indulging in the coming food coma nap, later.

"Yeah, I'm doing okay. Not going to say it was a picnic by any stretch, but I've been through worse. Helps that I was one of the lucky ones that got invited to the Leeds' house sleepover party." A guy still died but, like, he got better.