"And I'm already dreading all the stomach crunches I'll have to do to keep up this physique." Although, really, Glibt had never had to really exercise to stay fit, it was one of the benefits to being so connected to his population, along with never necessarily needing to sleep or eat, as he could take a minuscule portion of whatever he needed from each member of his population. But maybe actually exercising would he something he wouldn't hate too much in this form? Glibt wasn't sure, he was still trying to figure out how Harvey's maturity and Cris' exuberance were going to balance themselves out in Matthew's personality.
Already deciding which wireless provider they'd go with and wondering if he could set it up over the phone while they were out and hope to get it installed on Monday, when they were back in New York City, Glibt was glad to have something else to focus on. "No giggle?" He asked, sounding a tad disappointed; he liked when Mark's giggle was directed toward him, just not when it was directed to people who Mark wasn't engaged to.
Shrugging that off, however, he let himself look a bit sheepish at the mention of Rahm's wife. No, his minor jealousy wasn't exactly warranted and he knew that, but that knowledge didn't lessen the slight worry. "I'm sure we'll get along." With Mark's last words, Glibt looked out the window, bouncing a bit on the balls of his feet before he stopped himself. He hadn't bounced in decades. "Want to go for a bit of a walk, then? You'll need to fortify yourself for all the shopping, after all."