She smiled sheepishly at his words. “I don’t know. I think you can be funny when you want to. But… I guess you’re right. Not all Toons have comedy as the forefront of their character. It’s just gonna be hard finding what else I can do…”

She blinked as she watched the siren light pop out. By now, she understood that he probably unintentionally created a crack somewhere.

“Umm….thank you for the kind words though, Mr. Repairman. It really does mean a lot coming from a Toon who’s been around for as long as you have.”

She shifted a bit awkwardly, unsure if she should try to stay to help for a little longer or if he wanted to be by himself.

“So umm…is there anything else I could do before I head to work?” she asked.

Even if comedy wasn’t what he would normally pride himself on, he couldn’t help but beam, with a muttered “thank you,” as Shinko said he could do it.

Picking the ice pack back up, he looked towards the small cracks he caused.

“I think I’ll be good,” he replied after a moment’s thought. “If you need to get to work, go ahead. You’ve helped a lot.”

He strapped the pack onto his head with some Scotch tape. He wasn’t going to have it slip again until he was feeling better. Then he realized something.

“Do you still live with your creator? I’m… not sure where I should go to return this.”