...but mine do. Or they do now anyway.
This is because last week I had roughly the following conversation at least twice:
"Ok, a flaming axe shoots out of the wall at your head--what's your reflex save?"
"I don't know."
So instead, it will go more like this:
"Ok, a flaming axe shoots out of the wall at your head--give me your reflex save--that's the number in bright red 48-point type."
"Fantastic, roll some dice."
Maybe this is overkill but yesterday I had this conversation with Kimberly Kane, aka Agent Scully in The Sex Files:
Me: "I'm figuring you're gonna want to be a fighter, right? Something simple?"
"Uh, I guess, I mean, what are the choices?"
"Pretty much anything you want, really, take a look."
"So it's all medieval?"
"So there's no robots?"
"Not so much. Although...[oh let's not go there quite yet]...yeah, there's no robots."
"Oooh, what's that?"
"That's a beholder."
"Can I be that?"