"If it pleases you to think so," Fandaniel murmurs, moving the stone to a better spot and then settling down to see if he has it in him to make another today. There were surely easier ways to get this accomplished, but nothing short of perfection could be worthy of Zodiark.

Probably rest was advisable. He doesn't have the aether reserves he used to. "Do you wish your cup back, or should I leave it in the kitchen?"