"Uhhhhh. I'm good. -- ish? I'm good-ish." Man, this guy seems really happy. Maybe he's celebrating something?

He always sort of reflexively abides by any commands or suggestions thrown his way, so Jion trots over to the table and takes a seat near Marty. He automatically starts fidgeting with one of the joints laid on the counter, peering over curiously at Marty. "Um, and how're you? Did something good happen? You look happy."