"It is," he replies, setting the fish to grill. "'Tis not often we get to simply enjoy an event without something going awry."

Fish in place, Erichthonios looks over the word with an approving gaze before turning to face the youth once again. "Pray excuse me just a moment. I must fetch the chair I was using."

He doesn't want the gift he'd been so thoughtfully given to get lost.