At that, the Metatron shot him a sharp look. "Truly?" He looked at the pretzel he was holding again. "But I don't doubt that it was unintentional on your part. Whether it was intentional elsewhere..." He frowned slightly.

"That's well, I suppose." He hesitated, perhaps concerned about what it might mean. "Having a support network to... encourage you? Tell you when you've definitely made a mistake?" There was more than the usual note of query in the last one.