It takes Llewellyn a couple of clumsy attempts to get out of the pit, because the man has very little coordination to begin with. Still, he finds his way out and smiles triumphantly once on solid ground again. “Perhaps, sometimes...? I’ve uh— decided that I definitely won’t ever catch on to whatever makes a ball pit fun.” That might be a joke, but it’s certainly true as well.

Straightening his tie, tugging at the sleeves of his overcoat, he nods a moment later. “I wouldn’t mind seeing something nice. Especially after all of... that.” He responds with a grin, surely there are better things to see than the trap they had just escaped.