[ Balthier knocks lightly on Eddie's door. He ought to have sought Eddie out sooner, but between all the joining protocols for the Society, searching for housing, Confluences, shadowing at the new job, and spending what time he could with David, he's been surprisingly busy. ]

No, you weren't expecting me -- I didn't get your number and finally asked the front desk for your room. I thought that was more polite than breaking in. [ He offers a smile; he's kidding. ]

I wanted to remedy the first problem and touch base with you before I move out tomorrow. I--

[ The cascade from the closet is truly impressive. Balthier likes to collect things, but nothing like that; maybe it was years living on an airship where everything had to be secured.

He moves automatically toward the mess to offer a hand. ]

You didn't tell me you were an artist.