Such hard work! Whose bright idea was it to make bodies out of meat?

Blaze laughs, her Ghost fluttering above them. She gives him a squeeze, shaking his shoulders a little.

"No kidding! Ghost was getting worried you'd turned into a popsicle." The little bot gives her a look at that. Sure, the Ghost was worried. Blaze merrily ignores it, making sure one elbow's defrosted before she warms up the other. "I told him you'd be fine. And you will be."