[Another honk of laughter.] He'll be flattered you remembered his name but then absolutely designate you his workplace rival for life. He's a theatre junkie, hope you're ready for that. [Stolas is kind of a special case all around, let's be real.]

[He wrinkles his snout, shaking his head.] Nah. Not an "asking for help" kinda guy, even when it's for shit on the top shelf. I'm perfectly fine at climbing and gettin' it m'self. [Luckily the cereal deviation has him laughing again before he can get too fussed about admitting to how fucking stubborn he is about asking for literally anything.] How big are we talking, here? I can put away a lot of food for being like, four feet tall.

[He considers that, mulling it over.] 's related to all the mass kidnappings lately? [Oops, plot mentioned.]

[Blitzø has, as self-proclaimed, an eye for potential, even if that potential is mostly somebody he sees enough of himself in to reach out. He wrinkles his snout again.] Boring! Hell gets so overpopulated with Sinners they do a fuckin' extermination on the regular, which-- sick shit, actually, but. Can't imagine what it's like if they all went one place.