The trick is to balance it carefully, usually with two hands, though sometimes a bit of creativity is called for, like leaning slightly more to the left with your knee bent and your nose plugged up. Or jumping jacks, that works, too! [ He's still mindful of the fish — and he'll remain so as long as it hovers near him, like an old friend he'd never turn away — but he holds out both hands now, palms up, and forces the tiny stars and small little planet to spin around between his fingers. ]

— I suppose that's not entirely what you were asking, though. [ He smiles and gets a little more serious now, leaning in a bit. The truth is, he's not sure it hasn't torn him apart sometimes. There's so much he holds inside that he never speaks about, even now, even when he should be the happiest he's ever been. And he is, he is, but there's something else, something...like a shadow he can't remember.

For Koby, though, there's comfort and reassurance. ]

The real trick, Koby, is to let it tear you apart sometimes. If you don't, it will come for you anyway and it could swallow you up then. Living, that is. Be sad and happy. Things will hurt and things will help. If you push too much in one direction, well, it's chaos then.

[ Something he's still trying to learn, after so many centuries being the god of unbridled joy. He'd made the mistake of thinking everyone should just be happy always, and he'd gone too far with it. ]