"Out of hand?" She asked curiously, "Was everything alright?" Sy briefly remembered a time when archery got out of hand back at home as well. It didn't turn out nicely when an arrow when through someones' eyes.. "I've been well, thank the Goddess." Syphora smiled at the happily Archimedes, reaching into her black, silver lined cloak to pull out a small peach. She held it up to his beak,
"I do hope you like fruits as much as you like compliments, Archimedes!"