[Like a nosy snoop mentioned by his own name, Jay-- well, he doesn't suddenly appear. He walks from one of the bedrooms to the living room, but with all of his jingling bell accessories carefully taken off and stowed away so they don't get lost in the mess of unpacking his stocking-clad feet don't make a sound on the floor. So Miriam and Sonico could be forgiven for thinking that it seems that way.]

Oh, I'm right here. [He cheerfully remarks from behind them, hands jammed into the pockets of the hoodie he's wearing. Instead of his usual ponytail, his hair has been pulled back into a bun on the back of his neck; unfortunately, with how thin and fine his hair is, not even a few judiciously-placed star pins can keep pieces of it from slipping and falling around his face.] Hello, Sonico. It's nice to see you. [He turns to Miriam, looking entirely unrepentant:] I've finished the second shelf. Whenever you're ready, I'll need your help picking it up and moving it over to the wall.