Rezo also begins poking around the various nooks and crannies, albeit slowly and methodically. Spinning cake stand, spinning cake stand… He finds a trivet, but no part of it spins so it gets put back and he continues his search.

“Companionship can be very reassuring, can’t it? No one person can do everything by themselves. Or at least, it eases the burden.” His voice is thoughtful, even though his hands are preoccupied. Sagely pontificating comes easily to him.

His hand reaches between some boxes and comes into contact with something metal, like a small table- ah, a stand, and yes, he can make the top of it move around. Rezo wraps his hand around the base and holds it up.

“Is this what you’re looking for?”