Glancing at his plate absentmindedly, he couldn’t help but wonder over a difference of a different kind. His childhood lessons had been very different, after all. Pushing that from his head as easily as he pushed something on his plate lightly to slice, he moved back to the conversation. 

“That said... Sometimes people are difficult and not necessarily easy to handle.” He responded with a sympathetic nod. “Especially if they think they’re right. Though I admit, people being difficult usually inspires me to be rather difficult in return.” An awkward afterthought struck him and he continued, “Though I suppose that has gotten me in enough trouble as well. Mm... foolishness, I’ve been told. Which! Is represented by a flower called columbine in my world, on that topic.”