Luke laughed goodheartedly as he gave his final bow, taking the tip bucket from the end of the stage, holding it down for the last few children to drop their tips. He waved as he walked back toward the door of his shop, a spring in his step. "Ah-hah! Goooood morning, Miss Althea. How's Gal and Kacie? And of course, how are you?"<br/>As he asked he pushed open the door with his foot, striding over to his small dining room table to count his money, gesturing to the alchemy table. "Come in, feel free. My home is your home, my tools are your tools. OH! What'd you think of the show today? I assume you watched?" He placed his kettle on the stove as he spoke, before sitting down and separating his tips into stacks.