[Tarvek arrives just bouncing with satisfaction and glee. He's standing a foot taller, at least metaphorically, and he feels like he's in his own skin again. Standing at the backdoor he can see Ilsa moving around inside the kitchen. He considers tapping at the window and letting her see him and wave back, but he really wants the grand entrance of a door opening, so he raps a jaunty drum roll on the door, and waits for her to open it. When she does, he's grinning like the Cheshire can and bouncing on the balls of his feet, eyes so bright she may not even NOTICE the glasses for a second.]

Hi, Ilsa! Mayfield sent me a present!