He nods slowly, finishing chewing and swallowing. There's a silence on his end that goes beyond simply not speaking out loud, and he worries an edge of the tablet's screen, trying to think of words to use.

Before the quiet has stretched out too long he starts typing again. The words come slowly. When he turns the screen around, his face has arranged itself in a placid, apologetic look.

'I'm glad.'

'I'm grateful for the fudge, but I have to ask: how did you get my address?'

'Did someone from the Network tell you?'

Translation: is his doppelganger handing that information out, too?