"I've only got the one now, but you're welcome to see it," he offers.
Rus shakes his head. "I want to see my nightmares," he corrects. "I don't want to see my memories!"
"I'd reparo it," Rus assures him. "NO!" Rus gawps at him for a moment. Then (he can't help it) he bursts out laughing. If it weren't for the fact that his lap is full of penguins, Rus would be rolling on the sidewalk, pounding the pavement and (sorry) howling with laughter.
"Would have been interesting to see it try," Rus grins evilly at the idea. "Why not?" he shrugs. His own pockets are packed with various and sundry items, some best left alone. He sighs. "I suppose we should get on with our polar bear scheme." He strokes the penguins longingly.
Ah. OK. Except I'd want thumbs. YAY!! Victory! Again, this is Rus. He'd pick up a chicken and eat it with his hands. *sigh* ;)