//Something in your eye, hm?// Jono looked maybe the faintest bit amused through all of the tired that he'd been tamping down lately, as he stood in the doorway to the sitting room, arms crossed over his chest, small wrapped box in one hand. //We'll have to talk to the hearth witches about cleaning this room more thoroughly. Evening, Sunshine. I noticed you had company earlier, and didn't want to interrupt, but if you're too busy now for one more visitor...//