[ Just wait until Midnight figures out he's speaking to a librarian. Homina.

Midnight doesn't have any conception of what's going on past his knees or elbows, so this balancing act might last for a while. At least he doesn't seem to be upset about anything. He's truly having a wonderful time vibing. ]

Welcome, then. I wish I could say that our incarceration was a vehicle for destiny to bring us together at this lovely party, but alas... that would be a lie. I do hope you settle in well, though. I remember being quite confused at the outset.