[He'd learned to give up on resisting her badgering a long, long time ago— besides, does it truly count as bullying when he's become so very fond of it over the years.

Urianger's order for himself is far simpler— an old-fashioned— and illustrates the differences between their tastes just as everything else about them does. Once they're through, the server politely excuses herself to put their order in, leaving them to talk as they will while they wait.

Urianger smiles as he leans forward against the table, hands clasped together to rest in front of him.]

While we have time, thou must tell me all about thy most recent venture— where didst they travels take thee this time?