Caspar waits politely for Crookshanks to ease himself off his lap. He's pleased to see a lack of orange fur left behind. This cat is fantastic. Worth coming to the Nexus, at least this one time.

"You, too," he replies, standing up and tugging out the wrinkles of his suit jacket. He pulls a PINpoint out of his pocket and teleports home. As relatively well as that conversation went, he's quite done socializing for the day.