" Oh, man," Xavier groaned. " See what you've done--now I'm stressing." " You can't! You're the stable one!" Xavier laughed and I realized his distress had been feigned to illustrate a point. He wasn't worried in the slightest." Just relax. Go and run a bath or have a shot of brandy." " Okay." " That second bit was a joke. We both know you can't hold your liquor. "