His elder self really is enjoying this, isn't he? Of course he would; he enjoys every opportunity to rib the younger incarnations of himself too. Hands behind his back and taking a breath, "Of course, you've been reading the journal. I like the grass actually and just for you, I think I'll keep it. No previous outing as fired clay, no, sorry to disappoint."

His tone turns serious next. "Given what happened, the castle's timing really was too impeccable though, don't you think?"