you listening, Sylvester?”
“Look, think about it—we’ve got a lot to talk to Benno about, don’t we? Like all that stuff about spreading the printing business,” I said, which also earned me a raised eyebrow from Karstedt.
“Just summon him here. What need is there for the archduke himself to visit the lower city?!”
“Oh, there’s a big need, and that need is located in my stomach. I’m gonna eat that food no matter what.”
“At least think of a good excuse!”
Don’t become an archduke, kids. You can’t even walk through your own city without needing a thousand layers of excuses and an elaborate plot. It’s a pain, but I probably should think of a good reason for this.