“You need to stop rubbing off on birdie. It's hazardous to their heath.” Bruce said as he approached Tim in the living room.

“What? What do you mean?” Tim asked looking up at Bruce.

“How many hours of sleep did you both get last night?” he asked crossing his arms.

Tim tensed up and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Our characters in dungeons, dungeons, and more dungeons took a long rest.” he responded after a moment.

“Twice!” you chimed in.

Bruce stared at the two of you.

“Roll for persuasion.” you chuckled nervously.