They're around here somewhere. [The arm? Slid quietly off to the floor? It's not as if they're moving much at all, so no one is going to errantly sit on a pair of glasses without a pair to spare. This is nice, just sitting around and adding friend-sentiment to the usual sentiment - a lovely evening.

Anyway, first:] They put him on mugs? Did any fall out of those portals?

[It's very funny, even though commodifying a person like that is uncomfortable, on that much he can agree. He would still like to see the Jayce Mugs, though. Somehow, that one is funnier than the airship...]

He wouldn't have so many crowds to please, I'm guessing. That would be simpler; more time for projects. And Camilla— I'd like you to meet her, too. She'd like you, except for when you encourage my ego. At least I'm not on a mug.