Oh, this is awesome. The curves this place throws him know no bounds, apparently. "So," Zephyr says, with a forced brightness. He claps the Fool on the shoulder -- remembers himself -- takes his hand away. "I know I said I'd help you sort through the wreckage and all that, but... I don't have gills."

Just as a starting point. He'd be happy to help if he could, but this is kind of... well, a non-starter.

"I'd say you can crash at my place, but X and I already have houseguests. Might be a tight fit."