He blinked, staring a bit at being so suddenly lauded, and-- "You sound a bit like a Revered Mother. You know that, right? That's... almost a part of the Chant."

Or it sounded like it. He knew the message, but he wasn't one of the people who had memorised the whole damn Chant just to get the praise of the Mothers of the Monastery.

"What was it that one old woman kept getting wrong... Let he who brings ham to the least of the Maker's creations be breaded or something..."