I thought you liked my art, [he shoots back, faux-hurt. Is he not an artiste? Is Charles not so impressed? Junpei holds up his hands to indicate, well, the size of a small dog.]

Just imagine if a football- [a beat] -uh, the American kind, I guess, imagine if that kind of football was a dog... and also a little old man.

[That's Gab!! Imagine that little man, while Junpei considers the other thing. Are all church grims lore-compliant... what if she did eat him...]

And I don't think I've ever been to a church, actually. But not because I'd burst into flame on the grounds, or anything.