Dib chuckled and slipped away, shaking his head. "Just clean up before that stuff drips on the floor, okay?" He stood, gathered his clothes, and went to wash off in a quick shower, before he called up for carryout. He was still pulling on his pants as he walked into the living room with the phone to his ear, double-checking the order as he zipped up his fly, and fixed his tank top.

"So hey, smart as it is that you want to stay out of the reach of this reality's society? I'm gonna have to go pick that stuff up in like, fifteen minutes, so 'til then, I'm putting you in charge of the place." He booted Eddie back up and said, "Eddie, keep Sollux from dying a messy death while I'm gone, okay? I've gotta pick up dinner."

"You got it, chief! Oh, I probably should mention that there's some new tripwire traps out there on the front walk since last night, from your very favorite pal in the whole world. You want me to y'know. get rid of 'em?" Eddie said with a palpable smug grin in his tone.

"If you would, yeah. Man, trip wires? He must have gotten bored and lazy." He shoved into his shoes and looked over at Sollux. "If he shows up, just spray him with a hose. He hates that."