The stretch was smirked at, and he ruffled Miniver's hair, just because he could. "Long story, t'at one, f'true. Somet'in' 'bout Gypsy magic an' a little more 'bout my genetics. Guess you got some juju on you, too, since you ain't lookin' too much like an old rock star should be lookin'." He slid his deck of cards into an inner pocket, plucking out a pack of cigarettes in the same movement. "So t'e whole band's gotten here, oui? Wonder how dem boys feel 'bout it, las' time somet'in' like t'is happen to 'em, t'ey holed up in t'e house an' didn't move 'til Miss Delirium came an' brought 'em back."