He glanced down at the mention of his moogle. Mogdelina stood, tapping one foot with hands planted firmly on her hips. She'd already told him as much, or had begun to, but he clearly hadn't been listening. Well, whatever. It was nice to hear it from someone with a voice that wasn't so high-pitched.

"Every few hours." Albel nodded. "Alright. I suppose I should take a look around then before it arrives."

As an afterthought, he added, "Thank you."