Joey was pretty keen on body language and gestures – he had to be! – and was able to take the offer in stride, extending his hand and letting the little ring drop into his palm. He stared down at it for a beat before Francaeur's gesturing called for his attention.

Right...He was writing in the air, wasn't he? He looked back at the ring, slowly fitting it on his index finger. Wearing this then...a magic ring?

Jericho, using magic. He couldn't help but feel a childish spark of interest in that. With one more glance at the bug to confirm intent, he drew a breath, squared his shoulders, and lifted a hand to write.

Hello