[Reim is not, as luck would have it, tucked into bed. He might be considering it, if only for lack of anything better to do - man cannot entertain himself on internet research and note-taking alone! Or rather, man could, but the phone screen is small and he's actually 85, so he's given up on that endeavor for the evening.
So. Lucky, that he is doing nothing of import, although squinting at his phone like an elderly person isn't the convenient activity he would have hoped for... ah, it's the curator. You know, he kind of thought Kaeya would've collected a legion of drinking buddies by now... Hmm.
Allow him to hunt and peck his response, still:]
Such commendable patience. I would say this is late evening, which is a decent time.
so it begins
So. Lucky, that he is doing nothing of import, although squinting at his phone like an elderly person isn't the convenient activity he would have hoped for... ah, it's the curator. You know, he kind of thought Kaeya would've collected a legion of drinking buddies by now... Hmm.
Allow him to hunt and peck his response, still:]
Such commendable patience. I would say this is late evening, which is a decent time.