Qubit shares that smile; by now, he's heard enough about the well-meaning but mischievous kind to understand where it's coming from. "Heh! I'm sure those were exciting, with their antics..."

But Carlisle's trailed off, and Qubit does, too, following his gaze into the study. And there, he spots some pop-in that does snag his interest.

He's heard many tales about Carlisle's uncles - even some that happened to include his father - but this is the first opportunity he's had to put faces to the names. The portrait here was included in the specs, but only as a rough sketch. Though a talented botanical artist and meticulous draftsman, Carlisle's always struggled when it comes to drawing human subjects.

Now, of course, with the sketch filled in, it's trivial to identify them. This one's Boris, with the enormous greataxe and gentle eyes. There's Benistad, flamboyant and mystical, and... handsome, but somehow aggressively so. Which makes the third man Kevin, Carlisle's father, his expression dour and humorless, practically looming over his round-faced, reedy son...

Presently Qubit finds himself leaning against the doorframe, having wandered closer almost without realizing.