"Good." Oi nodded, glad that he was at least going to go through the first few steps that were needed in this process. She wanted to see him happy, even if the girl wasn't exactly entirely alive.
She stood from the chair she'd taken, deciding to take her leave so that Phobetor could get along with planning how he was going to go about this, and also so there wouldn't be further accidental penis in her life.
"I'll expect to hear from you." Though she did hope that it wasn't merely due to the Misery he was causing for himself. Not that she wouldn't try to help him out again, if she could. But from this point, Oi thought that he'd do just as well putting a bucket over his head and running headlong into the girl as he would taking any relationship advice she might come up with.
"Maybe I should take some time, find a castle, and proclaim myself the long lost heir." That might be fun. "But right now, there's a little boy in Missouri who is positive his life is going to be over if he doesn't get a can of Coke."