Shopping, Myron recognised. I was also fairly easy, and you. It didn't take a genius. He shook his head as he turned away and led the group into the kitchen. "There's no point. I don't get many visitors. I'll go myself later."

He didn't know what to make of that offer. He still didn't know what to make of Gabe's previous visit. The fact that Gabe was an ambidextrous sorcerer Myron could accept and gloss over, even if he'd never met an ambidextrous Teleporter before. Still, there were many Adepts who specialised in more than one ability, or even two. Gabe wasn't nearly old enough to have mastered such varying disciplines, but there was something about him that... was. The way he looked at you, sometimes. Or maybe it was just the way he looked at Myron. Whatever.

Myron just wasn't used to people being so genuinely nice without an ulterior motive.

Having clean glasses was notable only in that Myron instinctively went to look for some on the table before realising they'd be in the drying rack on the counter. He filled three each with water before turning back around, and saw Pleasant looking at him. The detective tried signing something, but it was a little too fast and incomprehensible for Myron to follow. He gave the skeleton a flat look, and after a moment Pleasant changed tact. He pointed at the clear table, the clean glasses, and signed one word: 'Why?

Myron knew what he meant, but he grunted as he passed out the glasses. "Because offering drinks to your guests is the polite thing to do."