He smiled gently as she fumbled around with her words. "Thanks! I figured I needed to do something to stand out, though I'm not that good at it. I mean, look at this!" He lifted up his arm to show her a bruise already forming on his forearm.

Diedrich's face grew concerned when Pajea mentioned Doris, though. He had never met her, but clearly she HAD to be a bad person to make Pajea feel this terrible. And if he did ever meet her, oh man, words would be exchanged. He reached his hand over to gently touch Pajea's and offered a comforting smile.

"Ha. Ha. Oh. Well." He looked at his table(s) rather sheepishly. "Not exactly? It's probably because I keep falling on my face. Maybe I should juggle tennis rackets instead...." He looks like he's seriously considering that. Diedrich, you don't even know how to juggle.