“Oh, that is the case. You should take care of yourself.” The ER doctor pulled out some gloves and flipped him open to have a look. “According to circumstances you should proceed to full mouth reconstruction, but please don’t worry too much as we are in possession of a few new drugs, although not on regular insurance coverage. Whose insurance you were on?”

It sounded great. “I’m using Archive of the Anarch’s City’s.” Norman was leisurely enough to chat with him, because once he got the opportunity, he would deny this loosely strung expenses. 

“What I think of it is commentary. They together mocked the futility of writing a heavenly history in paradise.”

“A heavenly story.” It must be. Igor even emphasized the point by petting and tidying up his own hair, it was deliberately messy for today’s occasion. What was today’s occasion?

“Because if we are being honest the entirety of heavenly history is an eternally recurring fanfiction.” Leni pointed out. Being a harpist with good ears Nariel raised her glass to this remark.

Norman attempted to break more ice, “Professor Langenberg, it’s your time, you can talk to me about anything.” So Professor Langenberg spoke of the unspeakable, “Manny, when are you preparing to graduate?”

Bored Norman took a moment, “To be honest I’m unsure, perhaps in and about another year.”

Norman opened his eyes and wondered, considering what? Go read about Flemish Renaissance? So he replied, “Elsje you should know it, people like us live by counting days.”

“That’s inopportune.” That’s insolent. “I brought you a gift.”