No. I don't want any any of those things touching my--

[ William's cut off by Grim nudging him and holding his glasses close enough that, if he squints, he can make out what they are. He eagerly takes them, sliding them back on, carefully. ]

Meanwhile, Red's begun to spin in the air while slowly drifting to the ground. Ron's pokéball hits without an issue. In fact, the ball doesn't even jostle once before firmly snapping closed. ]

Ah. [ A glance to the side. ] I suppose a thank you is in order.