Walking is fine in small doses. But when there's-- [ He stops. He was going to say 'miles to go before you sleep', sort of whimsically because he likes that poem, and yet the last time he just flippantly quoted some fiction this kid had a micro-depersonalization event or something, so he semi-smoothly amends: ] --miles in between you and where you're going, magic should intervene. Magic is often the answer. [ He's determined not to walk on eggshells, that's not his style, but it's not like he wants to make Russell feel like garbage on purpose so soon after whatever that was. Maybe once he knows a bit more he can avoid some of these problems better. ]

Seafood is the best, in my opinion. In fact, lobster, [ And he gestures a bit, before his brain catches up to the pun in the salad one, then snorts good naturedly. ] All right. Show me how a node works, if you'd be so good, pal.