Soren was actually sort of sheepish as he shook Artan's hand. "Yeah, everyone says that. I could've done a lot worse, though, you know?" He blinked, seeing quite a bit of Henn in Artan too, but not wanting to point it out. Time pretzels treated everyone differently, and Mr. Stillman might not have wanted his future daughter pointed out to him.
He leaned slightly on Cass and scratched the back of his neck. "We've got a rough idea of the one we want that's sort of in common - and I know I want one and I have a rough idea, but I can't draw at all. That one I'll need help with."