[Her tone feels familiar, too—a bit like Flynn or Estelle, with that well-spoken politeness.]

I can't complain about the food, but the whole thing's too stuffy for my taste.

[He grew up in the poorest section of the capital, after all. All the obsessive etiquette and grandstanding of a castle exhausts him after a while.]

What about you? I know a dungeon's the last place you want to be, but how about the guards? Are they pulling any crap?