Jonathan likes to think that, whoever this wonderful person was actually talking to, they would have laughed loudly behind their hand, perhaps failing to stifle the sound, before returning the joke with an even greater act of jest.

Unfortunately, Jonathan knows for a fact that whoever was standing just above him a moment ago walked off, and so- show slowly starting, and honestly feeling a bit bad about the fact that he appears to be the only one who heard that, a tiny little fruit bat looks up and says-

"...Well I shan't claim to know of the quality of your shapeshifting, but is that in proper spirit?"