You had recently noticed Sloane was having a bit of tooth pain, and being the supportive friend you are, you secretly made a dentist appointment for them.

You had to drag them by their hair to the dentist's office, they hated that place but you understood why. You had someone check them out.

After an hour or so, they returned with a pouty and dazed look and gauze in their mouth - probably from some of the gasses. Apparently, they had a few fractured roots and chipped teeth from all the rocks they liked to chew on.