"Yeah." No sign of anything useful. And if Mary wants her stick back, he can tell her where to find it, if it's even hers. He sets it down, then topples over, unable to account for the shift in weight. Whoops. He just sits on his folded knees rather than standing immediately, since Cao Pi doesn't look about to run off anywhere in search of his things.

For the sake of keeping their talk private from any spirits listening in from the edges of the light, he snaps his fingers and encloses them both in a sound barrier. If spirits notice their mouths moving without any sound, will they even understand that that's strange?

"I'm no musician either. But I've heard some people are trying to get practice talking to them. It would be interesting if we could sway enough of them to listen to us instead of Robin, but I'm not sure what their interests even are."