"Four, also," Luca replies for Sadde.

"New Zealand!" Sadde replies to the teacher.

"Originally Italy, but we found an alethiometer in New Zealand and then Isabella's spell summoned us here. He is Sadde, I am Luca, it is a pleasure to meet you."

"Hm," she says, and doesn't reply further. Isabella hands her a plate of eggs and some sausage and she gets underway on that.

"Her name's Metis," Isabella supplies.

Sadde inclines his head as well in her direction.

"We apologise for any inconvenience we might be causing."

"Don't cause any and you won't have to," advises Metis. "Isabella's allowed a boytoy if she wants one and you don't get underfoot."

"That isn't what's going on." Dish of eggs and sausage for Sadde.

"Eh. Same rules apply."

"No objections if you want that to be what's going on," he chirps cheerfully.

"I don't date," says Isabella. She starts her own batch of eggs.

"Shame," he says, not sounding like he's taking it very personally. "Anyway, I'll try not to get underfoot," he tells Metis.

Luca, meanwhile, makes a small inquisitive noise in Pathalan's direction.

"It's complicated."

He nods and leaves it at that.

And Sadde eats!

Metis finishes first and tells Isabella to be ready to come help with a ritual across town at sunset and leaves.

"Not a person of many words, your teacher, huh?"

"Not unless she's drunk."

"...I have spent less than half an hour in her presence and that mental image already sounds delightful to me."

"It's kind of funny, yeah."

"I think being a good guest entails not trying to arrange for inebriating your teacher, though."

"I dunno, some people like to bring their hosts a bottle of wine."

"That sounds like encouragement."

"Your decisions are your own."

"Does she like wine?"

"I've seen her drink it but wouldn't know if she secretly prefers mimosas."