"It was better when you thought we were harboring fugitives, huh?" he replies, still grinning. "Or was it the time when you decided on dragons?"

It, unfortunately, remains dragon-free and relatively filled with a pile of junk no matter where one looks.

"I'm continuing the earlier topic of conversation, Tristran. As it is not something your mother particularly fancies discussing," he remarks dryly, then shrugs. "Unless you were done with it."