"Oh good, I had to basically fly by the seat of my pants on what you guys would like for the nursery. It's hard as fuck to find a darker palate for baby stuff, wouldn't you believe?" He shook his head with a smile, taking a seat in a chair, crossing an ankle over a knee, leaning his head on his knuckles. "Your mom told me that you've been working for the band. Good for you! You found the one career with them that has the least casualties, too. That's pretty hard work, though, I figure, with all the shit that happens around them."