Yes. It's only fair since you made me a scarf, I make you statues. [ george beams, perhaps his truest smile without a rat being involved to elicit it. martha hushes him as maia tilts her head, looking at him curiously, as he pokes his tongue out toward her to se her become restless once more. ]

[ luke rolls his eyes, ignoring george. but at least she's gained her own confirmation he'd received her gifts, even if he hadn't attached a thank you note to his own he'd dropped by her doorstep before heading off to elf paradise with thalia in tow. but he smiles, almost pleased, ] You're going to have to recharge your iPod soon. It doesn't run on solar power, you know. [ hence his note, meaning a little more than simply informing her it'll need a power up — much like herself, requiring a moment to relax, despite her own protests of doing such a thing — and perhaps needing him to help her around the technology hub he finds himself at home in. his expression turns sheepish, though; ducking his head, he looks from the corner of his eye to the coffee table before them. ] But, uh. Yeah, sorry about all that writing in them. Force of habit. [ as it had been a part of may castellan he had adopted, writing his own notes in books, marring them much like the scar on his face. being able to open one of them and remember how much he had enjoyed a passage to only find it still resonates with him had made him feel attached to someone, even if that luke is now a mere ghost to him. ]