"Spoiler alert, Dr. Piccolo dies in a tragic accident."

That's about the best dead pan she can manage, but it doesn't last longer than a few seconds. As he holds the bottle away she can't help but laugh, and oh she would love dearly to just get that bottle from him to make a point. It would require being quick though, faster than she's willing to be when they're this public.

Instead she just settles for folding her arms over her chest, shaking her head a little and giving him the best devastated look she can manage without actually looking devastated.

"Not for now, in general. Come on, it's boring here and I am recovering. You're supposed to be nice to me, it's Christmas."