With any luck, I can count on something more lasting and exciting than a handshake while I'm living here.

[The shandy is almost gone, and he's already looking to see if he could get a second one, as more of the poutine is snapped off his plate.]

I must learn how to 'fry' things. Oil, I assume. Judging by the texture at least. Do they have education here? They must, there must be someone who would be willing to teach the art of cookery.

Oh! Well how fitting! I'd previously had skill with the art of wind magic, then it shouldn't be too difficult to relearn it!