Incendio had grown tired of his ward’s constant badgering about prioritization. Some things are more important than others, and Incendio understood that, but it was getting ridiculous lately. The boy was clearly just being lazy.
“Alec, when would be a good time for you to mend my cloak? These holes won’t sew themselves, you know.”
Alec took a deep breath. “Do you remember our talk about priorities?”
“Yes, and I’m tired of hearing about them!” Incendio yelled. “I really think you’re avoiding the work on purpose! Don’t you know that my needs are always of paramount importance?”
“It’s just a cloak. It has a few holes. Not a big deal,” Alec said quickly between breaths.
“Just a cloak?! A cloak has many uses you can’t even begin to understand! And this is a magician’s cloak, which has even more! I can store things in these little pockets, for example, and it’s mighty useful in the rain, let me tell you!”
Alec looked up, panting. “You do see that I’m performing CPR on a dying child at the moment, right?”
“Oh.” Incendio hadn’t really noticed that, so he thought for a moment, then said, “Well, can’t that wait? My cloak…”