Haizea's words prompt a soft, wistful sigh from Garrot. He'd always wanted siblings but his mother always refused and launched into gripes about little teeth and claws and sensitive skin. So he's pretty jealous; he's even pouting for a second! But it passes, and his eyes light up along with a mischievous little grin.

"I've been goin' about this, about you, all wrong." He chuckles, deep with bass and threatening to reach into his belly. "You shouldn't visit me, I should visit you!" The laugh erupts for a moment, theatrical and almost villainous before he chokes it back, like this was all some kind of joke.

"You and I can have some quality time together while I teach your people about management and delegation." Garrot chuckles again, containing his mirth into a cheeky little smirk. His eyes are still bright and wide, too, is he genuinely excited by this? "Consider me a... corporate consultant, if you want."

That's one way to keep in touch with the others.