If you don't want to walk, I can send you a set of wings. [Not least of which because he hasn't forgotten Reid's arrival in Johto and his relative inability to get air support down to him then.] You'll have to figure out how to fly it yourself, though; she doesn't come with a cabbie attached.

[And, you know, the scathing remark is right there on the tip of his tongue, but between the previous stammering and the relatively gloomy portrayal of prior Thanksgivings With The Reids, he actually considers pulling that particular punch.

And then he takes it anyway, because let's be real, he's Albert.]

What, you want it in writing by first-class mail? You. Get here. Pronto. Unless you've got someplace you'd rather be?