Yeah, I bet. Just so long as there's no gambling or jello involved, I think I can live with it.

[He nods, with just a hint of reluctance. But that's what really makes him realise how oddly he's acting about this: he'd gone millenia without his brothers until they'd all arrived here. When five minutes starts seeming like too long to wait, he figures he's probably being a little too clingy, even given the circumstances. He forces himself to relax a little.]

So I'd better set another place for dinner, then. Good to know. I'll see you soon, Raphael.