Contrary to Kyle, Kell is not wise, more than happy to chug on his beer first and leave water for later.

"Saints, no! I am still to murder Mildred for that first one." Kell rolls his eyes and laughs. "Thankfully, we have no more crazy aunties that call their wives husband."

It doesn't even register in his mind as odd that they are married. It's only how the call each other that's weird. Must be an injoke of some sort that Kell has not figured out yet. He visited the ladies many times since.

"And they're no longer problem clients. If you disregard blatant attempts at adopting me, but that's something I can live with that. They're harmless."

Kell is still bummed about being treated like a child, but overall he has to admit he started looking up to those deliveries. He sometimes even picks up things for them from the other shops on his way. It's not like Torygg can get very far on her own.

"I wonder if Viktor could make her a better wheelchair. One that doesn't needs re-enchanting all the time."

Then there would be small issue of transporting the thing from Free Cities to Thorne. But maybe if he just made plans? Hm.