That… Is not what I was expecting to hear. [Said with a laugh,] When we talked it was largely about pastries and baking. He strikes me as more of the strategist – the brains for your brawn and Molly’s charm.

[And if you think sitting down will protect your butt, sir… Maybe for now, but in the meantime she’ll happily crawl up in his lap, legs curled up on the side so she can cuddle in comfortably within the arms of the chair, head on his shoulder. Too bad for the map that remains unfinished on the desk, the orb laying forgotten on top of it.]

I worry I may intimidate him. We have a little game that I am a mortal – but I’m not sure if he would prefer it that way.

[She’s not the most insightful when it comes to deeper thoughts. Her specialty lies with more surface, emotional responses, so Caleb’s calm demeanor is largely a shroud to her.]