[Without missing a beat, the Dream Weaver employee takes the glue gun that Lisa had deposited elsewhere and moves it to it's appropriate place-- far, far away from where any grubby teenage boys could get their hands on it. Said teenage boy in question lets out a small whine as she goes to assess the damage, though whether that was out of pain or a protest over the chiding on her part was anyone's guess. Though considering the pout on his face, it might have been the latter...]

It's not like I was waving it around or anything...

[It's not the first time he's used a glue gun, after all!! But gluing strips of cheesecloth to a body suit for Halloween was vastly different from actual tailoring, so...

He holds his hand still as Lisa goes about fussing over it, however, his petulant pout dimming to something more subdued.]

... 'm fine, though. [Just ignore that sheen around the edge of his eyes, he's totally not holding back tears or anything!! NOPE!!] It kinda stings, but I don't think it broke skin or anything...

[Thankfully, the glue has dried enough to the point that she can easily roll it off his finger, but the skin beneath is still a livid, bright red from the burn. Maybe he should have taken his advice from a while back and brought an aloe plant with him, huh...]