[The sight didn't go unnoticed, but Jim decided that now wasn't the time to comment on it. Instead, he listened carefully as Oliver spoke, slightly adjusting the weight of Karen on his back as the pair - trio? - walked calmly through the streets. It was only fair to listen; the kid had listened to Jim, and who would Jim be to deny the same courtesy? Besides, he was curious.]

Sounds like a complicated process there, Oliver. [He wasn't quite sure he really understood any of it; then again, it'd be like showing someone Duel Monsters the first time - it takes time.] While it sounds like a competition, the fact that you sound like you're still on their roster is a good thing. Sure, you might not be the top idol but who says you won't make it there one day? Besides, the more you work at it, the better you'll get. [Cue sheepish laughter.] Or so I'm told.

[He's not completely sure if his words would be comforting to his new friend - despite a bond forming, he knew little of what would sadden the child or what would make him happy. Shrugging to himself, Jim reached over, and going with a gut feeling, ruffled Oliver's hair carefully, gently.]

I've got faith in you, though. You'll do fine, if that's what's worrying ya, mate.