"When he decides to make a solid brass hunting horn with bells to blow at all hours of the night, I'll blame you." That is but one of the ridiculous ideas tossed around tonight. Just one.

Of many.

"He's fine. He and Thor get along, they work hard, the bitch of it is-" He scrubs at his jaw, eyes flickering around to find Seifer. "He's not the best with asking questions, sometimes. But we're working on that. Usually I throw enough pop culture references in until he has to ask, that helps."