"He suggested we set explosives up around the Arcana embassy back when that poofed into existence," Jordan said dryly as he picked up his drink again. "But he's been calmer since he came back this time, so..."

He shrugged his shoulders. They were all growing up, he thought, at different speeds and in different ways. Jordan couldn't say he wasn't going through his own growing pains. He took another drink.

"If you were in human resources," he asked, veering onto another topic without warning, though in his defense it was one that had long been on his mind. "Where would you assign me?" The archives were, after all, where Laureline had put him and he found himself increasingly resenting the place.