As though he had any stake or opinion on making fabric or layering clothes, Jasper nodded slowly, fingers drumming on his cup of coffee. Only he really didn't have anything to say, so when he opened his mouth, nothing came out and he panicked, trying to remember what his mother taught him about proper conversation. There was no rule about continuing a topic on what one wore under their clothes other than 'don't', and now he felt stuck.
"I didn't know you could grow, too," he blurted, and was that talking about work? That wasn't really polite, either, but he went on, "I had to put it in the file. Sorry, if that was...I had to do a whole report." Great, now he could close his mouth and stare at his coffee again.