(Deep breaths Peters, our girlfriends are gonna kick our ass if we manage to literally die laughing and when they're done Ruby, Phil, and Peter will too.)

Erin heaves in deep breaths, still chuckling under her breath. Oh. Oh that was good. She needed that. That was the catharsis Greek playwrights all wanted. She wipes at her blindfold again before making a 'follow me' kinda gesture; when the two of them get out of Playback, she points out Sand Dollars immediately. "It's not the best tea on the ship, but if you want the best tea you're gonna have to make good friends with the people who have it."

She's not gonna name the personages in question to what appears to be a god of madness.

Not until she vets him, anyway.