[ That is ... definitely something. Matt's not unsettled by the appearance of the scarlet letter so much as intrigued, though, with an artisan's professional interest in the hue and verisimilitude of the sigil. He tends to "write" and "draw" in light (or more accurately, in the manifestation of his own magical ability, the way Matt visualizes it), and it's never occurred to him to do otherwise. But with the expanded access to illusion magic that the Kenoma affords, that's a choice rather than a limitation.

But let's not get distracted from the letter itself. Matt frowns at it a moment. Then his eyes widen, and he looks back to M's face with both realization and chagrin. ]

Oh, wow, I-- [ Matt gives a pale, sheepish laugh. He's somewhat relieved, actually: He remembers having had a friendly, if surprisingly intimate conversation with M all those months ago. ] I'm so sorry. It's been kind of a time lately.

I mean, I guess it always is. Anyway, sorry I didn't recognize you. I might have been overindexing on the ... [ Matt lifts his right hand stop-sign-style, fingers fluttering to indicate wings. He skips right past that question about keeping out of trouble--the answer is too complicated--and onto: ] It's nice to see you.

What'd you want my help with?