Waver knows when he’s caught in a lie, and he offered a small, annoyed shrug. “It’s not, but I had nothing else to do tonight.” He offered back as a weak excuse, tone short, and grumbled. He was still not going to admit he was feeling slightly lonely without certain constants in his life around right now. At one point in time, he’d been used to being alone, but then people started getting attached to him and he to them in return. Now here he was, saddled with weird, slightly sad emotions concerning the current lack of them. “And it’s not as stuffy as the formal events held where I’m from.” Which was a small plus.

“No, I didn’t learn how from books.” Be responded in a particular tone reserved for things he thought were absolutely ridiculous. “I learned like everyone else does.” It just… Took a few specific people and more time than most for him to learn. He could probably stand to try to a little more often than he did, but no one was perfect..

The question gets a rise in his brow. “Of course I know the muppets; I was a child once, Illyana. It’s not like I sprang into existence one day as I am now.” Which was obvious, given how short he’d been until a few years ago. On the subject of childhood, he looked over the Fozzie that had been revealed again. Noting her reluctance in speaking, he offered a short nod. It’s not like he was going to make fun of her for it. Waver knew he could be an asshole, but not that much of one, surely. “So it’s tied to someone you care about.” That much was obvious by how she’d been looking at it before, and by her reluctance now. It was cherished, and admitting you had things like that wasn’t exactly easy. Things like that could be seen as a weak point to jab at. “Seems like a thoughtful gift to be given, then.”

Seemed like the trend for the gifts going around that evening.