[ listen, kid, your dad might be a little out-there and airheaded at the best of times, but there are some excuses even he doesn't buy. At that answer, Henry gives Inigo a bit of a look, in his squinty, semi-unreadable way, then shakes his head. ]

I'm pretty sure that's not a thing you train for! Geez, Inigo, you could give me some more credit! Sure, I don't show up to training most of the time, but I know some stuff. Kinda.

[ but Henry's poor attendance to Frederick's lessons is not the topic at hand here. Without another word, Henry stands up, dusting some fresh snow off his legs, and then moves to unlatch his mantle, removing the heavy cloak from his shoulders. Then, not allowing any room for complaints, he steps over beside Inigo to try and arrange it on his shoulders, instead. ]