"Oh, yes I can. I'm flattered, nonetheless." He chuckled, particularly at the way in which his partner seemed to drift between incomprehensible whimsy, and dialectic dialogue. It was all he could not to laugh at 'the point still stands'. Ted thoroughly gave up trying to explain the finer points on things like humanity & the occult, Mark 10:18, or Merlin's unique parentage. This particular fairy either knew these things already, or was too innocent to ever know them. Certainly too stubborn; it'd be a strange day indeed for someone however many centuries old to learn from a twenty-something.

He swallowed, satisfied. "My compliments to the chef. When this is all over, you should get her recipe, if only to stop me from stealing it." He dusted himself off and stretched. "Indeed, I should rather keep the aftertaste than eat crow should someone overtake our lazy selves. Ready to go?"