 And so Mark was no longer in the room just saying, oh, just keep going. You're fine. And the smell from Evie was terrible. Evie's the dog. Yeah, Evie's the dog. I was like, no, no, I'll wait. It's fine. It's fine. And so just at the point I had screwed my courage to the sticking point, the rug got pulled out from under me. So Mark came back, sat down, picked up his knife, and I feel like we were having steak or prime rib or...