The art on the cards is charmingly old-timey to his eye, but the explanations that come with it are anything but dusty. Order, authority, chaos, truth seeking, all of it in conflict - maybe that's always been the shape of his life. It's not hard to draw connections to the present moment of their lives, but it's even easier to see how it all aligns with the single most eventful spring break he'd ever had.

"Chaos, huh? In the form of a sword." He leans in a little, his gaze shifting down to the spread, and then up slowly again to her. "So that's the overall. What else've you got for me?"