"It's nothing overly flashy, but it gets the job done." Glibt murmured with a bit of a shrug; some gods threw around colourful expressions of power, but Glibt had always preferred to hold his cards close to his chest - glitter power surges notwithstanding - because it was always handy when he was underestimated. And in any case, the output of power would serve its purpose and it wasn't like Glibt didn't have power to spare. On the contrary, power wasn't something he ever wanted for in this day and age.
Glibt glanced between Paul's bowl, glad to see that a few bites had been taken as he'd concentrated on filling the stuffed animal with power, and the young man's face, happy to see him smiling again, happy to watch him hug the stuffed animal, happy to feel the power he'd infused it with go to work momentarily. And he couldn't help but chuckle himself at Paul's words, thinking back to all of the mementos, some silly and sappy, some beautiful gestures, all heartwarming, that he'd saved over the years, from Harvey, yes, but from before him and after him.
"Comfort is worth a bit of teasing. Even I still have a few soft, warm mementos hanging around." But he didn't need to go into specific details; Glibt was trying to help Paul through his issues, not blather on about himself. He tilted his head, smiling softly. "I'm glad you think it'll help. I'll still stay, though, tonight, if you'd like." Glibt reached for his glass and took a long sip before raising it slightly in Paul's direction, his smile turning teasing and lightly. "And not just because you mix a mean drink."