[Not quite frustrated, really... just insistent that Emmet understands. ...And doesn't feel dumb for it.]

I'm glad. [He smiles up at Emmet a little, then nuzzles his head back into Emmet's shoulder.] Thank you.

[..hm... speaking of Ingo, though... ... will he even be able to sit at the dinner table for dinners with that wound?....]

...It might be too early to know, I guess... but what do you think Thanksgiving preparation will be like? [Can he help.]