Accidental genius suited Pete like drunk and mostly naked suited Brendon. Brendon smiled, filled his mouth with pizza, and let the thoughts roll around in his head. It sort of went to the tune of Shaneshaneshaneshaneshaneshaneshaneshane, but that was how most of his thought processes went these days, he only seemed to be able to turn it off when he was teaching, or working through the traps that still lay over the castle.
When he had a mostly empty mouth, he smiled again. "So, Professor Wentz, you are telling me that I should build a bridge and get over it?"