Jann is minding his own business. He is playing by himself in the courtyard with a wooden sword: this definitely constitutes minding his own business. Nothing that follows is his fault.
Jann is pretty thoroughly average, but he can float on the better side of average for awhile. Pity Milo can't join them.
"I wish you could learn knighting. Maybe you should learn something else. You could learn magic."
"There's a magic carpet in the treasure room that he wanted me to get off a shelf because he didn't like how it was looming precariously over something else, and when you touch the wrong side of it, rabbit."
"It's... like being a rabbit. Eyes on both sides of your head, nose-twitches that won't quit, hoppability. Lettuce. Heck, we're probably old enough now that you could ask permission, if you don't want to be caught rummaging in the treasure rooms."
"I mean, permission from Uncle Ainar or Aunt Celyta, as opposed to, say, Milo, who has been known to claim that he as good as owns the place."