Well, uh. All right, kid, if you're sure. I'm not gonna turn my nose up at a free lunch, so to speak. Oh, hang on, your buddy's talking to me.

[It takes a moment for York to read through the text, with his bad eye closed and two fingers at the inner corners of his eyes, but he smiles as he types a response.]

Hey, dude.
Don't worry about your friend, he's doing just fine. Bet you're proud to have a trainer like that.
You sound pretty excited about the plan so far. You ready to have kids?