God. I'm sorry about that. Maybe you're the poor bastard after all. You know what they'll do don't you? Ten seconds after you meet them they'll be discussing whether to send your kids to Oxford or Cambridge. You sure she's ready for the deluge.

[it was a good oration and he raised his mug at it before sipping the disgustingly cold coffee]

I didn't know that. Did I know that? [he can't remember] Not sure who thought casting you as a Friar was a good idea, hellion that you were

[he smirked and shook his head]

You'd be a good actor, probably not bad with plants either.

I'll be the first to admit I'm not in the right job-- seemed like a good idea at the time...