"No, Bea's great! You just, umm..." Edwin reached for a pen, humming to himself as he thought, before jotting something down, then holding it up for Oliver to see: Bii R'thurr. He went ahead and drew what amounted to a stick figure of a maul before dropping the notebook back on his lap and settling against Oliver again. "Or maybe just spell Bea the normal way. I don't know, B-I-I kind of reads like bi to me."
He almost absently brought his hand up to scratch his fingers through Oliver's beard. "Well, no, but you're going to be more strength based, so a bow won't be a great weapon for you. That's all dexterity. Maybe you could use a sling?" He wrinkled his nose a little. "So, I keep expecting after I say something like that for you to turn and tell me this is all way too nerdy for you. Can I just thank you for not doing that for a second? Unless it is. It's okay if it is."