Oh my God, I'm so sorry! It's a new idea my managers had, they want me to go out on stage wearing that and a sparkly silver jacket at the next tour date...

[He could only put a hand to the back of his head, trying to massage the migraine that had invaded his entire skull away. It didn't work, and never really did, especially on a tour bus. And he could just feel the hint of a blush creeping onto his cheeks...amazing.]

How about I help you clean some of this up? I know it won't make up for you having touched that thing, but it might help the smell, at least!

[Without waiting for agreement, he tried to maneuver as best he could into the small kitchen area to deal with the dishes, which mostly consisted of yet more bottles and food wrappers.]