"Yes, best of luck." Another new start, tomorrow, same as all the old ones ... He felt a touch more optimistic than he usually did, for whatever reason. Possibly it was the lightened mail bag. More likely, it was this, but that seemed like an odd sort of thought to have, and he pushed it away for the moment to mull over later. "It was. I'll see you soon enough, in any case. The Feast promises to be entertaining."