"I do have a new composition, yes," he tells her and flushes just a bit as they walk. The pink in his face is not so different than the color of his doublet. He doesn't ask after her home, though he would care to see it, he will not invite himself along somewhere so personal. He nods as she explains and then delights when she asks about the Masons' project.

It is something to speak on that he knows a reasonable deal about, but has no stake in.

"Apparently they've spent the better part of a year digging trenches and laying copper pipes beneath the streets. It's all very impressive. It works best near the University, I imagine that's where all the mechanical bits are built, but everything I've seen so far just requires a twisted knob and cold or hot water pours out, as you like."

Honestly, just the bit with the moving water was enough to impress him. No more hauling buckets and baling bathwater? Gods' above, it was like every prayer of his had finally been answered. The fact that the water came in hot or old, that could make a grown man weep.

"I believe there's a plaque about it in one of the buildings at the school, if you'd like to see. That, or we can try to find the nearest Mason and ply them with alcohol until they explain it all to us. Several of them are rather attractive."