[Aha. His specialization? A look of discomfort crosses his face and he shifts in his seat, though he maintains his bright smile throughout.

He's going to have to get a little fancy here.]

Well, the good kind, of course. The sort you'd want on any long journey, for I know the best orcish poems, the most interesting tales from the deepest forests of Erolline, and I make a very hearty stone soup.

[A beat.]

I'm good with explosions.