[the small, pleased little laugh of his is a good indication that he isn't taking this too seriously. if anything, this proves that Tonic is still thinking clearly and quickly, despite other influences working through him.]

Don't worry, darling. I knew what you meant.

[he seems content with looking up at the ceiling, at the moment... it isn't that far from them, a slanted, layered collection of canvas and tarps. not much to look at, really.]

But ideas, yes. I have a lot of those--the first of which is to see what it's made of, of course, and how it reacts to different materials.