More giggling. Followed by, "But I think priests take confessional confidentiality really seriously, don't they? So you needn't worry if you ever do feel the need to get it off your chest."

"Well, they're supposed to, but not all priests do all of the priestly things they ought. I'd have to trust any given priest very seriously to keep quiet before I said anything that might incriminate Jaromira."

"Extroversion is a very serious crime."

"And any priest could secretly be reporting to the Inquisition."

"Nobody expects it."

"And once they have you, they might employ...the comfy chair!" He wriggles in his seat a little. "Oh no! It's too late."

"My chair is very comfy. It has to be, I sometimes sit in it all day long. I'm immune to the tactic."

"Your immunity is our secret weapon."

"We're unstoppable." Pause. "Unstoppable wizards."

He grins. "They shall bow before our unstoppable tide of boiling water."

"I mean, that spell could be scary if you applied it right."

He opens his mouth. He closes his mouth. He says, "More harmful applications of that spell just occurred to me than I think were entirely warranted during a meal."

"...Sorry. I'm pretty sure in its current form it would not actually work on fluids inside a person?"

"It's not your fault, and that does eliminate most of them."

"...but it wouldn't take much."

"Yes. Perhaps I should have said our unstoppable tide of tea, or something similar."

Giggle.

"Tea is a much more appropriate counter-attack to comfy chairs."

"Yes. It's all 'won't you sit down?' 'don't mind if I do, would you care for a spot of tea?' 'ah, how kind'."

"And then the interrogations begin."

"Yeah. 'So how have you been, Mildred' 'oh, can't complain, and yourself' and so on."

"How diabolical."

"I know. Hardly dinner conversation. Quick, let's talk about the weather. Specifically: d'you suppose we can control the weather."

"Oooh...that might be difficult to do right. Weather in one place tugs on weather in other places, after all, and it might well be tricky to take all of the relevant factors into account."

"Yeah, I wouldn't want to accidentally cause inland hurricanes or anything. Wouldn't it be great, though, if you could bottle up a rainstorm in a flood zone and mail it to the Sahara to be released there?"