"Not you," Felix snorted, then released a half laugh, half pained sound in response to Lennon's critique, then humphed, pulling the Lego blob to his chest to pet it soothingly. "Our diagonsees is you haff unresolfed issues wiss your muhzah." Which he was pretty sure was actually the case with Lennon if he was remembering right, but wasn't that true of almost everyone around here?
He paused, then added after a beat, his rapidly morphing accent dropping from Swiss, to German, and then back to normal in the span of a few lines, "or doorstops. Or Lego blobs." He held it out, inspecting it, then tilted his head. "Actually, it kinda looks like Texas." He unceremoniously tossed it into the bucket, then clapped his hands together. "Want to play something?"