[His brow lifts. Even he didn't have an answer for it.]

Um...anything I say is going to be pure speculation anyway and the best answer I can give is that...well...it's the Author. She's probably enacting a whim.

[And he's grabbing a lampshade from the parlor along with a couch cushion.]

I'm on my way out to get you.

[Gene only hopes that his wilder days wouldn't catch up to him.]