"Heh. I'm sure you'll do fine," Ferrin replied with a chuckle, leaning back in his chair again. He watched as the Ixi asked for a plate for her smaller companion, and Ferrin was tempted to just offer his own. But he figured that might be a bit ill-mannered. He was never one to care particularly about manners, but it had been drilled into his head during his knighthood training. She might even think that it was just kind of gross, and he [i]definitely[/i] didn't want her to have that reaction. She already seemed kind of put off by him to begin with.

Instead, he fell silent after that, leaning backward in his seat, even leaning the chair itself slightly so that it was on its rear two legs, using his foot to keep it anchored. Perhaps the manners weren't drilled into him perfectly, after all.

The Scorchio's mind wandered back to Eloween's introduction. There was one thing that was still bothering him. The name "Bogshot" was very familiar. But he just couldn't quite put his finger on it.... Until, finally, it clicked in his mind. The Scorchio's eyes widened at the realization, and his body instinctively reacted.

"Of course! Bogshot Swamp!" he exclaimed. "That's where Sir TormWHAGH!" In his excitement at the realization, his body had unintentionally extended itself, as though wanting to jump up from his seat. Unfortunately, his chair was still leaning back at the time, and the push against the floor was enough to send the chair toppling over backwards, striking the floor with a loud, echoing crash in the large chamber, and leaving Ferrin sprawled on his back, lower back still resting on the chair's backrest, tail sticking up in the air, drooping slightly over him.

"...Ow." he murmured under his breath, his enthusiasm suddenly curbed for the moment. So [i]THAT[/i] must be why he was always told leaning in chairs was a bad habit....