Darrell just chuckled and returned the hug.

"Hey, Jordan." he greeted her.

"Yeah, been a while." he agreed.

"Been super busy, admittedly." he went on.

"But at least you're out here now." he continued.

"How was the flight?" he asked.

"Comfortable enough?"

"Was about to ask you the same thing." Darrell chuckled.

"Whatcha want?" he asked.

"Something here at the cafe, or from one of the fast-food places they got here?" he asked further.

"I got enough for the two of us." he offered.

"Oh, and how do you want to get back to my place?" he then asked.

"We can go... the usual way... or catch a cab."

Darrell just groaned and rolled his eyes.

"Same." he said.

"No coffee stands up to what Mom and Dad have. Except what the Fyranes had." he told her.

"There's a Chick'n Club by the entrance to the airport." he then told her further.

"We can grab a bite there and then mana back." he suggested.

"I know you've mentioned wanting to eat there in the past."

"But of course, o enchanting sister." Darrell responded in an overly cordial tone, before they started to walk.

As they did, he laughed slightly.

"We'd better be careful." he said.

"One might think we belong in that medieval series with all the death and incest." he commented.

"I could never get into it, sadly." he then admitted.

Darrell froze in his tracks as she asked that.

"I... I... excuse me!" he said.

"What business is it of yours!?" he asked her.

"My personal life is MY business and MY business alone." he went on.

"..." he was then silent for a moment.

"I never confirm nor deny any intimacy." he then said quietly.

"....reeeeally not denying it, though." he mumbled under his breath at the end.

"You'll be able to meet one of my roommates, though." Darrell then said.

"He hangs around the place a lot." he told her.

"Cool guy. But I'll warn you of something." he then continued.

"He's... well, he's quite... pretty." he said.

"A lot of times, he's mistaken for a girl." he chuckled.

"So try not to open up with that." he added with another laugh.

"Met him in coding class." he responded.

"He wants it just so he can have backbone knowledge in case he needs it in the future. He wants to be an entrepreneur of sorts, and feels knowing how to make his own website, as basic as it might be, without a template will be helpful." he reasoned.

"And yes, he does." he continued.

"He's not a mortal, either." he told her further.

"He's a mage." he went on.

"Water mage, specifically."

"Ah." Darrell muttered.

"Web design, and graphic design." he told her.

"You know, the sort of person that's... paid to design a website for a company or individual, or whatever." he continued.

"I think it'll be a stable profession, going forward." he reasoned.

"But yeah, that's what MY future plans are." he said.

"I'm surprised I didn't tell you before."

Darrell just smirked as she said the last part.

He was silent for a moment, before placing his hand on her head and ruffling her hair.

"But it's true." he said.

"You'll always be my baby sister." he told her.

He then laughed a little, before pulling her into a side-hug.

"But seriously, to have no idea is fine. But you need to start considering things." he told her seriously.

"Is there ANYTHING you enjoy doing that MIGHT be anything close to a career path?" he asked.

Darrell just sighed.

"I know THAT feeling." he said.

"Everyone expects me to be a helluva showman." he told her.

"I can ham crap up, but... I'm not a performer." he muttered.

"I'll never be like them." he admitted further.

"Maybe that's why I chose this path." he went on.

"I can just be ME, and nobody will expect a performance from web design." he postulated.

"Regardless, art might be nice. Casey's done well for herself on it." he shrugged.