A noncommittal sort of shrug from Anders. He isn't sure he thinks of it as threads, still. It's more...something he can't really describe in words. Something he can reach for, or be a conduit for.

"Pamphlets, then?" he suggests. "Or I could fill the room with pillows before holding the conference. Seminar. Educational safety event! You know, it occurs to me, I've yet to introduce myself, even though I'm sure when we're both less brain-damaged it will turn out we're actually cousins or something equally embarrassing to forget. I'm Anders--" apostate mage...is what he wants to follow that up with but that's...he doesn't know. He doesn't know about that. So with only a minimal pause, he goes for, "--general layabout and jack-of-several-trades."