Normally Wash would at least try to come up with a rebuttal, but that required higher brain function and he was noticeably short on that today. Instead, he just raised one eyebrow, letting the expression really sink in before lowering it again. Good enough.

"Stones, I guess." Whatever that wound up being - Wash wasn't entirely sure. He balled up his sandwich wrapper, set it on the table, and leaned back, sinking into the couch cushions. Lying down was tempting. Sleep was tempting.

The nightmares that would accompany it were anything but.

Sitting up it was.

"Thanks for the food, by the way."