"Really?" Ivan brightens at Duv's offer to cover for him, grinning. "Thanks, Duv, I owe you one." Yes, his mother is that terrifying. Why is that eye-roll worthy? Ivan would like to see him deal with his mother and her... prole lover. Ivan shudders inwardly at the thought. Nope, not doing any better with that.

Ivan looks at the flimsies with a gaze that knows it's still recovering from an unexpected nap and that coordination might be a bit too much to ask for. "Er. I wouldn't mind the help if you've the hands for it."