Ted's neck snapped towards Sync, eyes flashing and smile widening. Well if it isn't his precocious coworker!

"Ha, well hello, Sync. Fancy seeing you here. And thank you." Ted's surprised that he cares for verse at all, given a teenage boy's typical interests. "I confess I didn't figure you much for poetry."

He chuckled a little less earnestly at the question. "Mm, trying to meet a strong thing with another, like marriage or turning the heater on in winter. Though I can't quite tell whether that's strength, like mustering an army for war, or weakness, like retreating to the other side of the globe."