...oh. Huh. [That's actually surprisingly thoughtful? Right up until Ed starts smacking at his fish, of course -- Koby waves a hand, calling them off so they don't get swatted into a burst of stardust. The little treasure gets set on top of a wobbly stack of books, mired in dust.]

I've noticed you've been less... [What's a tactful word?] Annoying. [Not tactful, try again later.] Have you been busy?

[Then, hastily, ducking down to rummage through some cupboards and drawers -- centuries of experience means that Koby's inclined to have some sort of booze on hand at all times, especially considering how many sea-adjacent Summoned like it -- he adds:] Not that I'm complaining. It's been a lot easier to, you know...do my job without you causing havoc.

[He emerges with a dusty bottle of rum, offering it out to one of Ed's weird, gooey tentacles.] But it's not like you.