Robin watches this struggle with interest, now excited for any chance to help Phalanx along in remembering their sewing instinct from earlier. He heard them say I, so he knows this is important.

So it doesn't bother him at all to get back up again. "Hang on," he says, drifting towards the bathroom, "I'm pretty sure there was a spool or something that fell out of your things last night..."

This time, Vincent doesn't chat. He just continues stuffing lizards in his mouth, chewing through them with startling speed. Robin comes back pretty soon--the spool was a lot easier to find than his fabric solution from earlier, and soon he is handing Phalanx a little, shiny metal spool with white thread on it.

"Here."