Yes, he is. [Timcanpy rubs up against Allen's neck a little] He can't talk or anything, but he understands things.
Ah, I know. Tim-- Show Jun that day we spent as barkers in the rewinding town.
[The little golem takes off again, and after a second projects a color image onto the far wall: milling pedestrians, Lenalee and a barely-recognizable Miranda handing out flyers, and Allen in a pumpkin helmet entertaining a group of children with balancing and juggling.]