I'll bet you do. Can't wait to see them. [He worries momentarily that he'd sounded sarcastic when he's been going for more wry teasing, and worries half-consciously in the back of his mind that he'd sounded flirtatious. This is not a worry he could afford to bring to the forefront of his mind, and so it gets nowhere close.

But nonetheless, he doesn't know what to do with the faint little rush of adrenaline that comes from that heartfelt plea, nor the way it feels like a very small vacuum in his gut when Myr clarifies, nor the whiplash of that quick second amendment. He's quiet on the other end of the crystal for a moment, unsure what he trusts himself to say.]

Well, I'd--I'd hope so.

--All right. A weird seashell. Or if I can't find that, maybe some sort of nice tropical fruit. Though it might not be very appetizing by the time I get back, depending.