Poor poor Roderik. Paul felt for him, almost. Then again, Paul kind of liked glitter a liiiiittle bit. It made things quite festive, didn't it? He chortled to himself and gave his wand a little flourish, clearing all of the glitter away. "There. All gone. You're spared immense embarrassment now, sir," he winked and quickly CLANGED his spoon on his pot.

"So...who the heck sent you a glitterbomb? On...Valentine's day?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows. Did the man have a....person?! Paul was curious, and he couldn't help the smirk on his face. "And I will certainly give you half the profits off that song, I promise." Though his band made so little money...it wouldn't even be that much.

No matter.

He wasn't even sure the blue grass community was ready for a song about Hirsch the Glitter Man.