Tony leans back as his mind connects the dots in rapid succession, putting together far more complex of calculations than a mere one-and-one making two. "Tooth and molar, huh. I guess that makes you buddy-buddy with the Tooth Fairy. You have a line on Santa too?"

Half of this is verbalised conjecture as he waves a hand dismissively at the other apparent problem. The conclusions are apparent to him, though he has yet to properly explain it. "Belief's the key. I bet belief in spirits and the Great Pumpkin is the turtle equivalent of belief in the great Jack Frost. Believe in one and, voila, you believe in your nose being nipped at."