[ hah. a smile smile in return before he's ducking his head. miss sokie you can get your hand cut off for mischief and he much likes his hand thanks NO TIME FOR MISCHIEF. it's hard, initially, to get his eyes off of all the drinks she's bringing out— before he could ask anything though, he feels like he should be answering her. holding his hands behind his back in an almost attention stance (it's mostly to hide his fidgeting fingers without looking too awkward), he shakes his head. ]

I've never seen anything like it. Like any of this. The "cell phone", I thought it was a telegraph . . . [ the world isn't getting destroyed, for one. the sizzling one gets his attention. ] Are you having more company?

[ because that can't all be just for him to choose from. ]