[Puck had said his piece on the matter with Maruki's post and the information that had been shared. Once he'd had some time to cool down, Puck was in his kitchen idly waiting for water to boil for a pot of tea.

At the knock, he headed to the door and eased it open a crack at first. He blinked and then opened it fully, amused to see Owen looking back at him. Puck tried to speak, laughed instead and took a moment to find his voice.] Well, I won't make a comment about a mirror, no matter how tempting. Come in, I'm about to make a pot of tea.