He tries to picture Chuckles, and he can't help but grin. It's all so fascinating, an insight into a world that's so... fantastic. Demigods and mythical creatures. He used to dream about that stuff when he was little, encouraged by his mom and the endless fairytales she'd pull out of her head.

He'd forgotten what it was like, to feel like any of that was possible. And he has so many questions, about godparents and purviews and everything, just on the tip of his tongue... Jeff opens his mouth, then stops himself, and changes gears.

"You sound like me," he remarks, the observation coming out blunt thanks to the alcohol. Jeff's smile fades a little. It's weird, being on the other side of that. "Why do you think everyone's smarter than you?"