"Nice." That's easy. That's simple, honestly. It doesn't feel right— makes him want to dig his nails into his own brain, scratch out the itch that her eyes mean something— but it gives them steady ground to work with, and that's in short supply. A few months ago, he would've wondered why anyone in the Cohort would go skittish around skeletons. Now that he knows which side Pal is on, it tracks; he apparently didn't get all the necromancers in the divorce.

"I would have guessed, but you probably remember more than I do." And, because he can't resist: "Tag me, next. Just for fun. No wrong answers."

Because, if you think about it, he probably founded all of them.