So as long as you don't activate her hair-trigger temper, your flat'll survive. [ eyeroll and a flawless deflection of the topic of that argument. ] Other than the pint-sized Trinity invasion, you're doing alright down here, then?

[ But he was acutely aware of what he was doing, which was idle chatter to avoid what he was actually here to do. And this time there was no Setsuna here to chide him along, so he was going to have to make himself get down to business. As soon as he fought back the inner voice still telling him that this was an awful plan, and to just roll with what he'd said on the phone and pass this off as a regular socialisation trip. Probably at least some of this was showing in a restlessness in his stance, a tightness to his grin, regardless of his wishes. It hadn't been the best time for his self-control, lately. ]