( He resists the urge to say That makes sense because you're going to need all the luck you can get to keep me from drowning you in the broth but reigns that particular urge in for now. Instead he just cuts his gaze back down to his own food, comping down on his own noodles before considering the question with a thoughtful noise. )

Yeah, well, you know I hate being told that I can't do something. It was nice having that after I forgot everything and before mom got sick. ( He says with a faint shrug of his shoulder but managing to smile slightly. ) Of course I did. That punk ass dipped out on me at level two.