[ Nate shuffles in, invited for the first official time without climbing through the window to be a huge pain in the ass. He gets a better look at the scenery now: the work space, the desk, a notebook he remembers very well. The table in front of the sofa appears to be an experimental zone. ]

So...I guess this is a better alternative?

[ He hazards, because he honestly doesn’t have the context for what qualifies as “better.” Manipulating existing containers with Ian’s power is at least a twofold endeavor, permitting for good practice and a potential, tangible result.

Nate settles on the other side of the couch, hopelessly out of his depth and looking the part.]

I’ll be honest, I don’t know a lot about this stuff? I’ve tried all kinds of weird crap abroad, but I don’t...like- you know. Do anything regularly.