It may as well be Christmas, with this sort of a miracle happening for them. To be able to celebrate in the return of something they had taken for granted until it was gone, it's just what Togusa wants to do. Togusa grins right back, and he sets his mug down on the nearest table.

"Let me help with that," unmindful of any streaks of blue that will get on him as he reaches up to help with the paper. Might as well get the first one out of the way, so that he doesn't think about any of the others. He gets a splotch right on his hand, the first of many.

"Are we keeping this for posterity, or just making a new one?"