I blew out my voice Thursday morning. Thursday night in front of a movie. . .
A: [begins vocalizing gently on raspberries to keep her throat loose]
J: [glances at her, then turns up the volume]

Today I was practicing a new vocal exercise that sounds like I’m repeatedly sitting on a very angry duck.
A: [calling down to the batcave] Does that sound bad?
J: [calls up matter-of-factly] Yes.

It just doesn’t phase him!