"Adept Nicasi…you're earlier than normal today." One of the young adherents on weekly breakfast rotation for the Branch of Logic gave him an awkward bow over the empty frying pan he was holding before backing out of his way.
Nicasi strode through the Branch's kitchen toward the pantry, grumbling something that probably couldn't be interpreted as a greeting in response.
The other two adherents who'd been assigned the task of cooking breakfast squatted in front of an open cupboard, engaged in an idiotic debate on which size pan would be best for preparing the necessary amount of potatoes in the most effective way possible.
If Lysander was there, Nicasi was sure he'd be amazed to hear that the winning strand of logic from his newest experts at thinking was that bigger was better, and that size mattered.
