Narrator: (You lay there, nestled in your constrictai boyfriend's strong muscular coils. It's a warm spring afternoon and you're at Skalidor's favorite sunbathing spot, and picnic basket rests next to you as you nibble on your PBJ sandwich as Skalidor gently messaged you with his coils)

Skalidor's POV: Are you okay, my Main Squeeze? (I asked Gerald in concern) You've barely eaten your peanut butter and jelly sandwich... Is it not to your liking? I thought PBJ was your favorite.