"The fireballs didn't give me lunch." Iomhar corrects, his eyes dancing a little as he thinks that over. Truth be told it hardly sounds bad, and they're Archadian, besides. It's not as though they're going to negotiate into a thing he clearly knows he isn't ready for.
"I suppose I could DO with a little bit of that." he concludes, drawing a deep dramatic sigh. "You know, being the..." He stops here, pauses and counts backs on his fingers quickly. "...third or forth heir to the throne's so DREADFUL sometimes. Think I'd better keep it NEAR while we're outside." he adds, "But that doesn't mean I couldn't just stay close."