Dolemeck had become somewhat used to one Turtle disappearing, and another taking it's place when he left a room. It was not freaky to him anymore, or strange in the least. This was a new normal for him.

"Aye! I made it me-self!" He smiled proudly. "Well, with my telekinetic powers, anyway. Hopefully it tastes good."

He floated the milkshake over to Porthos's hand, and then took a sip of his own bottled water before sitting down on the couch. He was tempted to take his leg braces off to relax, but was worried he would forget them and get hurt, again.

"So... what game are you playing?"