[ Durandal's eyebrows go all the way up, then he breaks into a short laugh. ]

I would hope it has not. If I feel any residual craving for cheese or strange affinity to riddles, I will let you know though.

[ Being a rat was strange... He remembers it, certainly. He remembers how he felt - but it's less a memory that feels like part of himself and more like recalling a particularly vivid dream.

Walter does seem awfully serious though, or at least is play-acting the seriousness very well. It feels out of place, and after that moment of levity Durandal returns to a more serious cadence very quickly. ]

So what brings that up, after all these weeks?