Ardyn's home, thankfully, and so it doesn't take long for him to answer the door. It swings open, and Togusa is greeted by the familiar face.

"Togusa," he says with a small smile, an obvious sort of greeting. He glances at the man, curious as to why he might be visiting -- a social call for the sake of it, he wonders? At some point, however, Ardyn's eyes flicker down to the rectangular-shaped object with a blanket over it. His eyebrows raise, but then he merely looks at his friend again.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?"