[It's probably Maybelline, let's be real. But he knows that feel, bro.

Speaking of bro, this...! Is normal and friendly enough that he gives a smile and edge of a light laugh that he doesn't need to work at. Not so much, anyhow.]

Skip out on -- all of those you can.

[He shrugs a little, rubbing at a wrist somewhere below the screen. And on the screen, a little black thing comes back into view, peeeeering ever closer in.]

Necessity's the mother of invention, bro. Way to make anything work.

Probably something better than that for the perpetually-divided party that We of Norfinbury look like we got here, too, I mean if -- you got any ideas. Unless you do, hey -- consider it in my plans to... to work some shit out.

And like -- if you know of anyone else who'd be game, hey, maybe we could get some, uh -- collabing on cards going.