Tybalt beams, delighted that he’s finally contributed. But this isn’t his thimble. He falls into step next to his roommate, and slips him the little glowing object. He knows how he hates to lose it. What is going on in his brain is actually pretty similar, likely, to whatever is going on in Winter’s. He just masks it with a loud, annoyed sigh. It’s hardly a complaint, when he vocalizes it.
“Nose goes on rowing the boat.”

He walks backwards toward the little rowboat, and though he immediately puts a finger up to his nose, cheating this game, he’ll contribute some muscle if he must.