[He turns his own palm as well, the blood gathered there pattering down onto the carved wood, now that gravity has its way]

I know you're, like... sleeping under the sea, but we'd be real grateful if you could give us a couple minutes, o great dreaming one.

[He hesitates - digs into his superhero belt pouch]

[Slides a pack of Pocky onto the altar, to sweeten the deal]