[ Nathaniel seems completely unfazed by the slight blunder. In fact, he looks delighted. He pulls a little ring-bound notepad from his pocket and begins writing in it. ]

No harm done, no harm done... [Scribble, scribble.] Wonderful. A good, strong result. Perhaps a touch inaccurate, but lightning can be tricky that way...

[ He finishes writing, tucking the pencil he was using into a little pocket on his old man sweatervest before holding his hand out. ]

I need to inspect the staff myself for a moment, and then it is yours.