You're being generous. [Lyctors... gross. Anyway, good choice, putting that thing in a box. He straightens up from picking up bits of things off the floor and moves in for a quick peck, newly energized (!) by the thrill of productivity. Plans, and so on.]

And for years to come. [When these new lungs definitely work, because they will, or else. He will hire Remina to loop them back, or so help him--] I'm looking forward to it.

[Thinking about their slumber party though, he crosses to pick up the blankets he'd thrown at Singed's jumpscare, looks at them a moment, and then flops them into a messy pile on the lumpy couch. They'll be getting there shortly; who needs to fold.]

It will... well. When we're through the tricky parts— then I'll say it was fun.