"I understand. It's fine having a more inward purpose. It may well be more healthy. I'm just ... not that kind of person." Even before, he'd always been happier with some task, something to focus on outside himself. Now, after, if he's left alone with himself his head starts to burn. " ... burger pumpkin?"

Dimitri flips the knife, returning it to Erin handle-first. "Of course. It's a fine blade. I'm envious. I've been using a steak knife from the dining hall for the day-to-day, but it's really not meant for it."