Almost as soon as Ronan had raised the crutches over his head, they vanished. He stared at his empty hands in interest. Okay. I think I'm beginning to understand...

Airy placed the coffees down and Ronan nodded. "Thanks," he grunted, and took a long swig. His awkwardness wasn't so much because he was bad at accepting gifts. Most of his friends were so wealthy, buying stuff was something they hardly thought about anymore. It's just, there was one particular friend, who wasn't quite so wealthy, nor so easygoing about people buying him stuff, and so Ronan was suddenly quite aware of Airy's potential feelings on the matter. He didn't want to insult her nor did he wish to appear thankless.

"It's bitching," he added raucously, raising the cup a little off the table in acknowledgement. His expression became somewhat more sober. He studied her for a second, staring straight into her eyes, and then leaned back, glancing across the cafe. "So, what do you do here? Like, your job and shit, but also, what is the... point?"

Strange world, no explanation for arrival... it sounded as much like a secret quest to Ronan as anything. He only wondered what the purpose would be, the overarching goal. Was it to attain ultimate power? To find a secret object? A person? Gansey would like that...