Hugh finally got the appliance meant to correct his TMJ. It's rather like a retainer; it fits in his mouth, hooking around his back teeth and, it causes a slight lisp to his speech, just like braces have been known to do which is ironic considering the fact that Hugh dodged that particular bullet in Junior High and was thus spared the many indignities associated with modern orthodontics.
Rest assured, I'm making up for lost time, with literally hours of teasing him about how sexy he will look in his headgear if the retainer doesn't work out.
Oddly enough, this does not amuse him.
He's kind of a kill-joy, truth be told.