“I don’t think you’ve ever been on the bottom with me, at least,” is his cheeky innuendo of a response. However, it’s only made in teasing, and Joker insistently gets Psi all the way back to his trailer with no attempts to go any further than that or let Psi steer them further down that road. At the end of the night, with some insistence and a bit of mother henning, Joker finally gets Psi into bed.

When the troll finally wakes, it’ll be to the smell of waffles and the sound of quiet humming from Joker, an idle tune that he picked up from somewhere or another during their many travels. None of that is from Psi’s trailer, of course, because there’s nothing but teeth rotting garbage not fit for proper consumption in his trailer, but that’s fine. It’s not like the cookhouse is a far flight away, and Joker doesn’t half mind. Waffle irons, after all, are blessedly simple to use.