[A tighter squeeze is bestowed-- not too tight, for he wouldn't wish to hurt her, but all the same. He releases her, mentally searching for an idea as for what he can do. Then feels foolish he did not think of it sooner.]

My sister Katherine, I say to thee true, all which is unspoken shall some day be voiced. [He smiles.] In the mother fuckin mean time, I know just what it is which you do so require. [He finds and lifts up that little bag of rolled nip and gives it a little shake.] Shall we?