[The amusement doesn’t leave him, even as he finds a spot to lean against the counter, but giving Fynn enough space to work at his own pace. Asparagus, garlic, olive oil… he doesn’t mind any of it one bit. Ardyn’s not a terrible cook himself, but if you put a gun to his head, even he’ll admit that Fynn is better. His snobbishness about ingredients shines through in the finished product more often than not.]

That’s a given. If I’m not strict, then they’re simply not motivated to learn the material. We can’t have that.

[A hum of amusement.] Beyond that? The usual. Dealing with the oddities that plague this city, memories and the like. [And yet, sometimes it seems that’s all they talk about these days. He’d rather shrug it off for now, for even the smallest modicum of normalcy.

So, a little sarcastically:]

Finding five pairs of the same sunglasses of yours in the living room alone.