"Of course I d-....", he started. Cereandren was about to walk her out of the room but stopped with deep frown and turned to look at her. "What landing?", he asked. "I doubt you have spent your months at the ceiling and decided now to drop yourself back to ground via the table. So.. what "nice way to land" are you talking about?" He wasn't very fond of the fact that the information he might be able to hear, consisted of magic and of things he had no clue.