In the Horizon, it's easier to make and keep appointments. They don't require him to be at a certain place at a certain time. So he tips his head in agreement.

"Midday or so." That's when he takes shelter from the blazing sun—if he enters the Horizon, it tends to be then. Makes him feel especially nocturnal these days, how often he travels by night, but even in the winter months, he much prefers the plunging temperatures than the heat of the day. Cold, he was made to live in.

He gives the faintest chuckle. He hasn't the first idea of what those things look like. "You'll have to show me."

At least he knows what the glasses are now.