Scribbling the numbers he gets into the little hand held note pad, Cog pulls out his phone. "Thank you very much Alfar," his phone buzzed. Looking to Aegis, Cog understood the questioning look. "For some reason since waking, I have an uncanny knack of losing my cell phone when other, you folks, are near." He slipped the phone back in his pocket along with the note pad.

"I think it's a Thyrsus thing?" He asked to no one in particular. He pulled his bike up and kicked up the kick stand in one sweep. He held his fist out to Aegis for a fist bump, "Have a good one." After a return bump he'll hop on his bike and pedal off, shouting a farewell to the other two Magi as he passes them...

... One lap then home for thai.