"Well. Most of that we can probably manage." They dredge up a little smile to accompany: "I've been teaching a few people how to dance right, even." They dish themselves out a bowl of stew, too, at the Pit's whiny prodding. "Just tell me when. Once. Once Pudding's back." Her lantern is at the lab; all they can do now is wait for the team there to put her back together. "Our little house'll get something together for it." Between Soldat, Pudding, and Misty, they could really make a good spread, they're sure of it.