Leon sighed. "My latest job was working on security for the President of the United States. First day, his daughter gets kidnapped by a cult in Spain. I had to go rescue her. That was... about ten days ago, I think."

Leon appeared thoughtful for a moment. "Seems like an awful lot of excitement for a florist," he commented dryly. "Psychics, kidnappings, collapsing buildings. No wonder you couldn't arrange vases after all that." He didn't sound mean, just a little sarcastic. Leon had been rather dubious of his roommate's claimed profession. This confirmed that there was something else going on.