"Yeah, no, okay. Okay," Danny shrugs again with a slow nod. "Crafting is a very personal decision." That's why he always prefers to craft alone. Fewer arguments.

He clears his throat and takes his seat back at the table, picking up his half eaten Katz's sandwich and taking a bite. Being Italian, he perfected the art of talking and eating at the same time long ago.

"I've got my coin collection, remember, if you wanna see that later. It's not big but it's quality," he offers around horseradish brisket and pastrami on rye. He's not sure why he thinks Hedwig would want to see it now when he's never shown any interest in it before. But Danny supposes that kind if logic went out the window the last time he was here.