"I can't really give any sort of advice on close-quarters combat. I prefer flinging fireballs and keeping people at bay. Dual purposes, even, they keep their distance and the ones who don't catch on fire."

He starts lining up the food and making a few cuts, glancing upward to make sure this is what Metaari finds a good size. It seems to be, to Anders, but he's not the cook in charge.

"It gets easier to indulge in downtime when you've someone getting after you for working too hard, I find. Otherwise... Mm. I'm not good at relaxing anymore."