"Ah," said Mical. "Well. I had asked everyone here so we could discuss certain issues about our housing... but I do not believe we are in any rush."

He had these vague hopes that Atton might be slightly less disagreeable if he let the man have this one. Vague, vague hopes.

"Oh, now that's good to know," Atton said dryly. "In that case, maybe get out of our hair? And the kid's right, that waterfall is the saddest thing I've seen in years."

Mical let out a sigh. "I am merely trying to restore the Enclave to some semblance of--"

"You're failing," Atton told him helpfully.

"Hence the meeting."