What's this? A small cluster of Ebonhide senior boys, looking focused and kind of serious? Well, good golly gosh, guess it's time for their worst roommate to barge right in. Head's up, boys. Somebody sensed you were having fun without him.

The word "important" catches Ulysses' attention as he walks over, pricking up his ears, but not, somehow, prompting any additional consideration. In fact, his attitude is all casual as he strolls over to the edge of the pool and sits himself right down in the middle of the conversation. Then, he flicks Iliya's hat.

"What're y'all talking about?" There's no need to recap for him; he can learn to listen like a normal adult.