Emily grins at the glossing over of Circe. Aww... he's embarassed! Bless.

"Never underestimate my capacity for trouble, Nate. That's lesson one."
Another chuckle.

The Iron Master smiles - maybe he was getting it after all. "Pretty much. But basically? The hard part with college would be keeping all those plates spinning. Could you do this life, be ready when we need you, have a life, and still make time for the books? I mean, I couldn't. But maybe you could."

Emily has pulled out some Peach schnappes, vodka and orande juice and is throwing it all together by the time he answers. "Yiiiiis!" she beams. "I definately taught you something today!"

It's actually really fuity and very nice. That sharpness must be the alcohol, right?

Yeah, this was great fun! Closing up.