I'll be honest, I'm more relieved that you don't breathe fire than I am disappointed about anything.

[ There's a rock in the sink. Another in the cupboards, between two bags of coffee beans. There isn't a rock in the fridge, but it has been rearranged to put the foods that are vaguely approaching being not-junk at the front. ]

That would be useful. I'd rather not go around telling everyone about him, but if you're willing to call someone trustworthy I'd believe you. You're probably more stringent about it than I am.