There was a long pause in which neither said anything. The sorcerer Valerion seemed to be slowly drinking his coffee, greatly savoring each sip; Adrien was also quite enjoying his bread and jam. As he was bringing his fourth slice of bread to his mouth, he gasped; the slice had fallen from his hand and landed on his plate - upside-down, of course. Frowning, he picked it up. "It always falls that way", he muttered. Still scowling, he tried to recover as much of the jam as possible with the crust of the bread; from the other side of the table, Valerion giggled softly. He had just finished his cup of coffee, and was now sitting with his elbows against the table and his hands on his cheeks, gazing around idly with a contented expression.

"Ah - I'm sorry to make you wait", Adrien said.

"No, take your time. Would you like something to drink? Water? Juice?".

"Oh, thank you, water would be fine. Thank you so much".

Once again, Valerion moved his fingers, and a glass of water appeared. Adrien drank it as fast as he could; although he would have loved for the delicate pleasures of this breakfast to never end, he found himself compelled to bring it to a close - he'd become ready to rise to the challenge once more. He placed the empty glass down on the table, dried his lips with one finger, then said:

"Thank you. We can go back to practice, if you agree".