"You asked," Ravi says defensively, because what's the point in having a topic you're an expert in if you never get to actually show that off? It's just pointless, then. "Also, I'm not the surgeon, that's your ex," he points out. "I'm the one who cuts open the dead bodies and takes apart your organs while definitely not comparing them to chips that look like the Virgin Mary," he dryly notes.

"The accent is pretty helpful," he admits cheerfully, "though down-home american pie homebodyness is nothing to frown at," he admits. "Also, we are now establishing a no nudity clause in the house," he adds cheerfully. "If you break the rule, I'm moving back in with my other, more clothed male friend."