A wizard who collected names? That was a new one... Anyone who knew Llewellyn, should be quite proud of him for not latching onto that particular detail and asking a dozen questions instead of listening to everything else that Harry had to say. Correcting himself, he nodded with a small bob of his head. “Harry it is then! Uh— and if it makes you feel any better... I don’t have a gun and I’ve never shot anyone before.” Well... Aside from himself. “So you don’t have to worry about that.” He blundered on a bit for a moment, falling silent again.

A rather delighted expression crossed his face at the obvious invitation to snack away on more candied walnuts, snagging a few more as he responded. “I find the food is one of the best things about this strange place, there’s a lot to try? At least, a lot of things I’ve never had before.” And when you’d been kidnapped by a weird glowing sphere and trapped at the bottom of the ocean, it was nice to have a little variety when it came to your coping mechanisms. Plenty of snacks to stress eat.

Finally, his brain jumped back to the earlier questions he had been saving. “So a wizard that collects names? What does that involve? There’s a lot of people with magic here, but I’ve never heard tell of that kind before.”