Cool, I ignore my own thinking all the time anyway.

[He isn't stiff in his movements. That'll come tomorrow, after whatever rest he gets, when the soreness really kicks in. That won't keep him from his job, obviously. Or any of his other activities. He slumps into the seat and gives the food a whiff.] Smells pretty normal, and y'know what? I'll take smells normal and tastes good around here.

[Not that the food is necessarily bad. It just...sometimes tends toward weird.]

So. You placing bets on anyone when you go watch fights?