Edgar arches an eyebrow at the boast, but frowns a little at the cheerful exclamation. He has no idea what it means and, given the way his day is going, it could mean anything. Deciding to ignore it, he carefully shifts himself onto his knees. Hold on, he tells Andrew.

Using his free hand, he pulls the opening to the pouch as wide as it will go and gently slides in the hand holding Andrew. He settles the hand at the bottom of the pouch and fluffs open the opposite opening to allow in air and light. He pulls his bag onto his shoulder, grabs Almondine's leash, and finally stands up.

Are you alright? he asks Andrew, wanting to make sure he's a secure and comfortable as possible before they head out.