"Sorry! sorry-- ah--" right, tablet can go there and he can-- make useless fretting gestures, right-- and the cat's gone, he can put his feet on the ground and should probably grab the coffee cup? --" sorry, I'm, I'll get a drink. What would you like?-- Anyway it went very well, actually! I mean, it was awful, the machine kept crashing, but I think I know why, some of our fellow patrons helped me figure it out. I met Ysalwen!" He's more or less standing up while he talks. He can totally stand up while he talks! Where's his cane?

...Right, there. Close at hand and underfoot. It rolls under his heel. Joly doesn't fall-- he'd really only been leaning forward-- but he does sit back down hard on the couch. He blinks for a second and starts laughing. " I --ahah--she seems very nice. How-how was your day?"

He can listen and giggle at the same time.