Ah. I see. [ Which he does. Sorta. Really. Either way, he's not sure that asking about it any more is going to make it any clearer. He still think a lot of the career paths here seem more complicated than anything should be, but what does he know? He's basically ancient history, at this point.

He shrugs as he turns another corner. They're on his street now, with only a few houses to pass until they reach his current residence. ]

I tell ghost stories, right now. I gotta find something else before Anna suckers me into peddling chocolate.