"I don' doubt it," he said of the beard, giving his chin a good stroke-over as though he could feel the fluff already. "I think you'd be the only one lost without me," he cracked, but they were on to more interesting topics - like food and fun and fire.
"Yeah, but yer forgettin', everyone in the damned school'd think they deserved a piece. She'd hafta make a sheetcake the size of Wales if ye wanted leftovers." After Theresa switched subjects yet again, he gave a good several-second ponder over who they hadn't given a good bothering to, lately. "Scott's been lookin' a bit too laid back for his own good lately." he offered. The uptight educator probably needed a good pester. "But Brit's always fun, eh? Mostly on account of he's a wanker." And Brian had some expensive shit. And some damned good action figures. Conlan leaned over suddenly and pinched his fingers in a scissor-lock around the tip of a lock of Siryn's hair. "Ye know, ye could always make me a beard outta some of this..." He grinned wider than he had since his arrival. "I could help."