[ Robby can tell it isn't comforting to believe--that if it was, Mister LaRusso would already be settled on that, and not bringing up the topic over their pasta. Hearing Mob's (Shigeo-- should he call him Shigeo around Mister LaRusso?) question at least makes Robby figure there has to be some random element to it.

And his own. Though he really can't remember very well what the hell he got.

It takes Robby a second to decide if to leave the topic there, but, when a sensei is looking as pitiful as he is over there (even if he's trying with that smile): ]

They're safe. [ Robby gives a better, more reassuring smile from where he sits. ] I mean, the first people who showed here go a party thrown for them, we're dealing with spooky events left and right, and if they really wanted to threaten us, they would've done better than a picture of us in a bank.

[ It's weird, and not everyone was happy about their items, but still. ]

I don't think they're gonna bother going after our families when they have a hundred people to deal with here.