That is definitely different from the Gustavain he remembers, and the surprise of it gets him to laugh as he heads down the stairs. Something to think on indeed.

Phillip reaches out to pour wine for the both of them, watching the expressions on his friend's face. He can't imagine it's been easy, knows well enough that his own circumstances were very different that it probably does him no good to compare but still knows that it was likely very, very difficult. He slides one of the glasses towards Gustavain before picking up his own, taking a sip.

"You did," he confirms, even though really it was more of a demand on his part, "And I get the impression there's quite a bit to cover."