"You're welcome." He takes a large bite of the apple and munches on it thoughtfully (and noisily). He won't drop back down onto the couch just now, because if he gets peanut butter on it he knows he'll catch it -- so instead, he leans against the nearest wall.

He's more or less resigned himself to not actually talking about whatever happened to Anora -- at least tonight. Maybe he'll try again another time.