"Of course not, Nelson," he said in answer, deftly patting the back of the other man's head. "That would be irrational. No, no, I have far more nuanced plans for you -- ah."

Eddie had just then notice Gilbert's presence, and took apparent delight in every word the other man spoke. What perfect timing the lad had, he thought, how funny that this all seemed nearly fated. But destiny was not a scientific reality for Edward Nygma, even while the very existence of his power grappled with the potential for prophecy. He believed in truth and fact, and sometimes where that fact was place on a linear chronological scale made no difference. But no man, he reasoned, was bound to some natal detail.

"Gilbert!" Eddie threw up his hands in greeting, one which synchronized to the smacking of Nelson's skull. Whoops. "How auspicious! I was just about to search for you -- I have a present for you, in fact."

He took a step closer, grabbing Nelson by the shoulder to match his stance.

"I've been meaning to say -- I found our discussion quite fascinating. Quite fascinating indeed, and I wanted to give you something as a sort of, ah, celebratory enjoyment for your epiphany." The epiphany that Eddie was very sure Gilbert had concluded with.

"So -- here you are!"

He pushed Nelson forward, towards Gilbert.