Frederick nodded and paid close attention to what Mac was saying. It was really all quite fascinating. "That must be nice. And interesting." curiously he glanced to the notebook, but knew better then to ask, "I'm just a humble poet. My boss thinks me good enough to get published, but I disagree. The world doesn't need to suffer with the inane drabbles of another poet thinking himself the greatest thing since sliced bread."
Mac did seem nice, which Frederick enjoyed. The man had thought everyone in the city was rather rude and impolite. Fredericks own kind heart had gotten him in trouble, but he wouldn't change it. Life was to precious to be callous about.