Don't make me have to slap the cuffs on you, bro.

[That too is a joke on his part. However, there's some true to it. Fynn often brings his work home with him and he does have a pair of handcuffs sitting around.]

Of course. [Fynn can't help but roll his eyes at his brother.] You think I would cook using your pots and pans, and not invite you? For shame!

[A chuckle escapes him as he starts cutting up the veggies. He hopes Ardyn doesn't mind asparagus with garlic and a hint of olive oil. He likes to mince fresh garlic for this dish, none of that garlic powder nonsense. Despite loving junk food a bit much, Fynn tends to be very snobbish about what ingredients he uses for cooking.]

So, what have you've been up to? Raising hell for your poor students?

[He asks once he starts mincing away.]