[Two cups are poured out, teabags set in place. Jon sets one of the mugs in front of Jamie before taking a seat across from him.]

I'd been meaning to tell you about him when he arrived, but it slipped my mind with... other things. I'm sorry, Jamie. I did try to find out if he was like your gentry. He seemed to think a changeling was the fairy child left behind to human parents rather than your situation. I can't imagine him lying about anything, of course. He said he couldn't.

[Oh, thank god, he can still be sarcastic.]