Wilhelm shrugs in answer, fussing with his hair out of habit more than any actual need.

"Alright, I guess." He pats the frame of the bike. "I get to ride on real tires now. And Kyle and I are figuring out how to cook."

Well, they make a lot of eggs, pancakes, and sandwiches. He tried to make rice the other night and half of it ended up stuck to the sides of the pot, while the other half melded into one monstrous clump. Even if he had no other reason to miss Thorne, the castle's dining hall would make a compelling argument. Such an array of dishes, all expertly prepared, feels like a dream now. But it's kind of fun too, muddling through the kitchen, laughing at their missteps. It passes the time.