"I can't decide whether I like that or not," says Anders, equally thoughtfully but not at all quietly. "It's either great for making me sound like an all-powerful wizard--" he wiggles the fingers of his free hand, "--or awful for making it sound like I'm into crunchy holistic nonsense." He gestures upwards with the cup. "I already have a man-bun half the time, I don't exactly need the help, right?"

He's interested now, though. It's almost always a little bit obvious when it's a fellow accident-haver (for one, nobody who hasn't had an accident has an accent like he does), but it helps to have it confirmed. The issue is, he still isn't entirely sure what he is and isn't allowed to say, based on all the ominous fliers. He rebels against the notion of them, but it doesn't hurt to be a bit safe.

"I've been thinking of organising some sort of road safety event," he says, a bit flippantly. "Or walking safety. General, everything safety. The town obviously needs it. Perhaps more of the budget should go towards padding all of the sharp corners, that might help."