Can I say something? Say it. Say it. Do you ever get a weird vibe from her? No. I wasn’t gonna say anything, but since you brought it up, like, yeah, yes, yes. Yesterday when she came in with. No, I know. And his eyes were bloodshot, and I was like, are you good? I’m not one to judge, but I’m like, I’m gonna judge. At the end of the day, she’s a good person. But when she drinks, it’s like she put her purse down on the table next to me. You’re not gonna believe what was inside. Her past is her past. But the present. Spooky. She showed me a picture of it. Swollen like an onion. It was medical. Go to the emergency room. You’re an adult. Just go. No, you’re absolutely right. You’re always. You’re like. You’re literally always right. And I don’t wanna be mean, but I’m gonna be honest. And if I can’t be honest, then what’s the point? And sometimes being honest is being mean. And that’s what it is.