"Really? You think?" he quips easily, taking Leo's seat at the table. It's an attempt at a joke, something to lighten things back up and move a step closer to normalcy.

His lips press together in concentration as he takes his first up close look at Raph's hand since nearly being brained by it. It doesn't look good, and from the looks of things, it must feel even worse.

"Whelp, there's only one thing that can be done for this. We're going to have to amputate."

He looks up to meet his cousin eye to eye, and offers him a lop-sided smirk that looks a whole lot more genuine than the one he had before sitting down.

"Hold still, I'll get the pizza cutter."