Radar's face falls in dismay. With effort, he heaves himself upright just enough to roll on his side so he can give Fever his full, very serious, and very earnest attention.

"Hey. Hey, no, don't say that." He points at her. (Okay, more like a foot to the left of her.) "Fever, don't you say that, you're great. I don't mind. Nobody minds. I like you hanging around'n so does everybody else on this whole entire beach!"

He gestures so expansively at the party that, briefly, he's in danger of faceplanting into the sand.

"When you get home you're gonna find a home or make a real swell one. An' until then?" Very firm. "Y'got us."