"I'd be surprised if that was all you did, to be honest," Major replies back with a shit-eating grin. "Count on the Seattle-ite to find a way to ethically source brains, though, huh?" He clears his throat, wanting to shift topics away from Liv because thinking about her, talking about her hurts more than he'd really care to admit. It's rare to go a day without her cropping up somewhere in his consciousness. "I wouldn't want you to waste your alcohol child on me in that sorta scenario, though. A punch to the face should do it."