Harrow gladly returns that hug. "It was the least I could do... You've been such a good friend to me here. And, hey." He leans back from the hug to get a better look at The Steve way down there, and with a doggy smile says, "Next time I wind up stuck in your body I'll have a bitchin' crystal shield to protect me."

Then with a sweep of his arm he motions to the grill. "Now show me how to celebrate Independence Day. Cook me a dog, Steve!"