So, he wasn't going to tell her, but it seemed that perhaps she hadn't asked the right questions. Or really, any question at all. Blaise, on the other hand, had it down to a pat. Or it was a bro-thing. It could have been that. Maybe she needed to remind Zeke she could compete at that level, spit promises and all.

Those thoughts, however, were sidelined for later as Zeke gave some hint as to his strange mood. Girlfriend. Maggie. Right. Which reminded her, when the girl did rear her head, she had to congratulate the both of them on a near-year anniversary. Because that was something right? Especially at this age. As much as she teased Zeke about it, it was impressive and they deserved acknowledgement for it. So, even though she wasn't asked, she decided she was on Maggie-watch with Blaise.

To that end, however, it WOULD have been helpful if Blaise wasn't utterly distracting. The kid's pure and geninue curiosity made her grin broadly. She liked this guy and his floating quill and notebook. He DID ask good questions. Zeke, however, didn't know how to answer them.

Scooting back over to her friend, Amur leaned towards Blaise, her eyes sparkling. "No dragons in socks yet." Just her spoon-reptile that was nudging the other silverware as if asking why they weren't dragons too. "And I can teach you how to make them, if you like. As big, or as small, as you like. And then you can put them in your own socks, though can't imagine that would be very comfortable for either of you."

Did that answer his question as to whether Amur Neverwinter was up for something fun? Just in case he missed the memo, she nodded vigorously. "Always."

As for Zeke, well, he was apparently a bit off on asking questions too. While it was a joke, and for all intents and purposes Amur recognized it as such, his tone was STILL rubbing her the wrong way.

She returned his raised brow with one of her own. "House elves."