[to Neptune:] Stop being mean, they’re technically your older siblings.

[And he’ll just move right on in and put a plastic bag full of berries on the counter as directed. As he does so, he nods.]

Yeah, the infamously extremely picky ring. Don’t wear it—it’ll hurt you even if it likes you. [Why the fuck did so many things his past life owned do psychic damage, Christ. He pulls out two kitchen chairs.]

Come on, sit down. It’ll take a few seconds, unless you wanna be all formal about it and swear a bunch of oaths.