"Not all day." The Fool closes his eyes and tips his head up as he is kissed; there is no point in trying to stop Holly, who is already tumbling (in a somewhat coordinated fashion) from the Fool's shoulder to the floor, where she begins sniffing at the duffel bag inquisitively.

"Can I tear you away, or would you like to finish the broadcast?"

"Oh, turn it off," he sighs, turning a beleaguered look towards the radio before looking aside again, "I am hardly hearing anything that I do not already know myself." At last, he gives the bag on the floor a curious second glance. "What have you brought home?"