“This will do well.” Lumiere assured the alchemist, having noted his efforts to avoid placing him on the ground. He would not have objected but was undoubtedly thankful for the spot Edward had chosen on a vacant bench. There was much traffic around the station, citizens rushing to catch the soon departing train. Lumiere was not particularly fond of the idea of being trampled or setting anyone accidentally on fire either. He looked up at the boy and smiled.

“My many thanks, Monsieur. I hope you do well from this point on. Should you have any further questions many, as well as myself, may hopefully be of help over the journals.”