He listened, before rubbing his forehead. "Not sure. Feel like I should be, but I am not. Yet. Give me a few minutes, might have my body catch up with the work and time."<br/><br/>He sighed, before pinching the bridge of his nose, refraining from indulging in the urge to start bitching. It wouldn't help, it wouldn't improve the situation, and Blossom and anyone else listening wouldn't be impressed. He took a deep breath, before glancing to the side, where he had placed one of the two bags. It took another moment or two, but eventually the bag seemed to shift, like it had something inside it that was stirring slightly. Which was far less than what he was trying to do, make it appear more like Luggage, from one of the Discworld novels he had read. Still, it would be amusing to try and get it to work like he wanted, as illusions might be useful, though even growing might be helpful. Sudden, irregular growths in combat would be very off putting, not to mention downright painful. The longer he thought about it, the more positive he felt about the listed powers, though he needed something more immediately dangerous to life and limb if he was going to be effective. He rubbed his face, before looking up at Blossom. "Actually, yes, something to eat would be delightful. My hunger finally caught up with me."