"...he had cancer, not epilepsy. He's fine, he just gets tired sometimes and he's not good with exercising, he's not breakable." Well, he was obviously breakable. "Not made of glass, anyway. And he's tough in his own way. Just wait until he's comfortable enough to snark around you."

No one escaped that acerbic wit unscathed. "He'll probably prefer watching us decorate and criticise it. That's his style. What about your friend? What's he like?"

Other than 'no longer Mormon', which was a vague descriptor at best.