"Oh hell, kid, I'm not an artsy jewelry kind'a guy," McCoy protests, shifting uncomfortably, his Georgian accent a little thicker than it usually is. "You don't have to make me anything. Just keep Jim from doing any damn fool daredevil stunts; that's good enough for me."

"Hey," Jim protests, but there's no real fire in it. It's just a fact of life that Bones worries about him, now more than ever.