[Blake is polite and fair in his criticism and compliments, a people-person through and through, a callback to his forgotten life as the face and manager of a non-profit organization. Charm comes easy as does laughter and even the most absurd and impractical item gets a compliment (even if he has dig real deep for it).

As Yaone excuses herself, Blake smiles and claps his hands together, rising and bowing.]

Pardon me, as she says, carry on without us. Explore and critique away.

[They'll be forgotten as soon as they leave the table anyway. Blake follows after Yaone, easily catching up to his god. His smile fades into worry.]

Everything okay, ma'am? Want me to get you water or anything?