Hey, I could do that cobbling thing and make it work. Back home, I mean. Or rather, in a certain place back home that doesn't exist anymore, thank gods.

[ Tednug shakes off his thousand-yard stare. Where were they? Oh. Right. He taps the side of his head proudly, giving the kid a conspiratorial wink. ]

It's everything I need to survive! Stops anyone from tracking me by any means, has at least two types of tracking active, and looks absolutely fabulous to boot. Woven from the finest of metal spoons, tinkered with by my expert touch. Seriously, what more could you want out of a helmet?