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Birk had never cared for appearances and, even if the boy might have looked like an idiot to someone else (of the snobbish kind, definitely), then to him he seemed perfectly normal. The fact that he had got a friendly reply instead of a dead-pan silent treatment or a growl with several underlying meanings (his relatives weren't of the chatty kind), was enough to encourage him to continue the conversation. 

"Let me guess - you are... Jay...el? Right?" he asked, realizing that since his talk with Finley he had forgotten the name of her firstborn son. "If that is not correct - sorry, I am totally bad at names. I am Birk, by the way, and I won't mind, if you call me Brick or something."