"You're not allowed to judge me while you're chewing daisies." Or whatever they are. He doesn't have his own dream guide sharing any of his secrets, though perhaps he should count his lucky stars that Carbuncle can't do anything more worrisome than send implicating texts to anyone but himself.

He shifts his hand to give Naran another scritch behind the ears. "You're the professional. If she really needs to talk to me and she's just being stupid about it, go ahead. I'm not here to start fights, though."