What--[He nearly falls out of the chair spinning, but last minute save, good one.] You are fucking silent as the grave when you wanna be, you know that? [Or you were in too deep of a thought, numbnuts.] I mean, you are welcome to look like a giant blue owl if you want, I'm not stopping you. You'll have to sling your scoodie over it, though, or Lucy won't have her mobile nest anymore.