Goodness. How sad is it that I believe you primarily because of a coat?

[and then he settles to give this some serious thought. he gazes over the rainbow of concoctions covering the shelves, for once giving any attention to the things that aren't deadly poisons.

it takes him some time. there are many things to weigh, and only half of them even have anything to do with the current universe he finds himself stuck in. he needs to think about the things that this reminds him of, and consult with various past iterations of himself. he needs to take the incomprehensible past few years of his life into account. he's taking a step back from himself for some perspective, and really... it will come down to having to decide what kind of pages he's really going to add into his life's story from here.

the fact that the only person around to witness this has only known him for a matter of weeks is a very important factor. and he ultimately holds up two fingers.]

...First, show me what you're considering. I want to see it. [he wants to get his hands on it.] And second... you first.