"Field drawings?" That perked Sebastian's interests, even moreso than the schedule, and talk of bread and wine. He was familiar, and rather fond of, the women who worked in the kitchen. He was also interested in attending church services, and would have loved to have gone on about the California beaches (as the song went, Sebastian had very much left his heart in San Francisco). Any single one of these things would have been enough to keep the conversation going, as far as the blond man was concerned. They were all of them topics of great interest to him.
However, they weren't field drawings. That indicated research. There had been nothing Sebastian had loved half so much as fieldwork. He'd been content to do whatever had been required of him at the lab. Analyzing and categorizing cell data was actually rather relaxing. Like meditation. But nothing beat the thrill of being outdoors, typing specimens in the wild. That was where the real excitement lay.
So Sebastian was duly distracted by the mention of field drawings, and even though he had been paying attention to everything else the older man said, he couldn't help fixating on the last bit. "What... what sort of field drawings?"