Oh. Huh. There he is. [ Yeah, it sure did turn into a bummer in here real fast. Scooching in to take a look too, face pressed to the glass. He taps on the pod a little too - as if he might just be taking a heavy nap and needs to be woken up like the sad dad he is. When that brilliant plan doesn't work, he steps back, patting down his pockets. ]

Well, they weren't technically listed in my inventory, but you never know. Hold on. [ Turning his pockets inside out. A whole bunch of stuff clatters to the floor - empty gogurt tubes, a couple of jewels (origin unknown), and, yep, some glitter pens roll out too. ] Got you covered.