"Much appreciated," Cayde says. "Never been a fan of being blown up." He holds still and lets Peter work, then leans back, working the joint, running an experimental hand along it to see if it feels like it should.

"I'll let the no-doubt critical cultural reference slide by unremarked," he says finally, as if it's true.

Cayde's attention returns to Peter after he's satisfied that it's sitting right. "...Anything else?" he asks, a little apprehension creeping in, but at least this repetition has started to feel more like a joke than anything.

It's been a very, very long surprise shop day.