[Out of it is a nice way to put 'Too exhausted to function' into words. Kel isn't even really paying attention to what he's doing- the butter is starting to turn far too dark in the pan and he's just... standing there with the bowl of batter. Staring.]

Heh? Oh, yeah, huh... [Right. Cooking is something that requires action. He wishes he could go sleep with Basil right now. So, so much.] Yeah, I liked that. You're very soft and smell good. I mean, it's soil but it's not bad?

[Right there, the proof he was actually standing while sleeping. That was not something Kel would say even under torture.]

Nah, can't fall asleep, I don't want to be eaten again. Even if you being here makes me feel a lot calmer...

[A couple of grumbles before he finally manages to connect and slap without grace the batter on the pan. Sorry, Basil, the pancakes will look horrible in the end. Must. Stay. awake.]

Thanks, Basil, but.. really, I don't know what happened after it grabbed me. I just know it keeps me up. If I sleep, it bites me. I just really need to see a healer tomorrow, but I promise it- [A yawn] I will be fine. At worst I will... super sleep tomorrow.