[Good lad! He'll even sweep him over to what remains of the fountain where there's a little more flat stone to sit. Eh, just tossing some of this aside with magic and being mindful of Ginger's garden-- but eventually he'll plop himself right down, patting the stone next to him.]

Here, sit. You can have as much as you'd like. [He'll even conjure up one of the forks. Is this one of their forks? Lol who knows. Not the point.]

I want to know what felt wrong when you first saw me. [It's a repeat, but he keeps his tone the same as though the question is brand new.] You were rather insistent.