Trustworthiness. The word was so foreign to Rye, a boy who kept his own secrets as opposed to listening to others. It seemed ironic that they pair him with the one girl who spent her career keeping classified information to herself while he was the one boy who never shared his own. Perhaps this could be a change, maybe Rose would be the one he could spill his life story to. All of his grievances and troubles. Maybe. Then again, maybe not. "How did you know about the Department?" he asked, his interest peaked. "And how do you prepare for a job like that? Most people would sink under the pressure, but you seem perfectly... afloat," his smile turned teasing once more. "I'm actually in awe of what you do. I've heard rumors - and only rumors - about the Department and it seems like a huge ordeal. You must be very trustworthy," he commented in earnest. The mention of his job brought him back to the reality of its traits. "There is a lot of traveling involved, and they're always sending me out to interview this famous celebrity or Quidditch player," he agreed. "I've met a lot of people, but they're all so... bland," a laugh sounded at the thought. "Most of 'em either have difficulty thinking for themselves so their spouse, mother, father, representative speaks for them, or they're barking mad and I can't get a word out of 'em. It gets complicated, but I really do love the work. It's... fun," came his reluctant admittance before letting out another grin. "That's hard to say; my job is fun."
"Remy was actually pretty eager to meet you, too," Rye explained thinking back to his sister insisting she came along with him to meet his future wife. He had, of course, refused her offer saying that he needed to be a big boy and take care of this himself. They would, one way or another, meet later. "Be careful, she's a fear ranter," he said lightly of his sister who was quiet until she got in a tight situation and babbled out the most ridiculous nonsense. Most of it sending Rye into a fit of laughter making both Kirkes seems like complete morons, but giving their guest quite a story to tell to their friends. "She's sweet, I'm sure you'll like her. She's the closest thing I have to a pet, and smells better than one, too."