"Temporary personal assistant, done," he pronounces, having a seat on the fountain wall alongside him and patting his back companionably. Not that he's terribly imposing, less than six feet of skinny ginger twentysomething, but he's ready to help and he does set himself to the task with the easy deliberation of someone used to making a choice and not flinching from it. "Dunk away - we can chat when you're through, yeah?"