Virgil seems to have a vested disinterest in his safety these days, anyhow. Aside from his time with Fizzlebean and that seems- well, different.

He pauses slightly, digging into his shoulder bag to present one of the pieces.

"I believe it's the real thing, but I know I should let Dr. Flug and Professor Lottablog make the judgement call and aid in moving the pieces without risk of destroying them."

It was, though, the real thing.