He squints a little at that thing about the name? Why is he calling his kid a name she doesn't like?? He imagines he'll never get to talk to her though, so he sets it to the side, a note about the kind of person Garrot is.

His eyes go a little blank as this description continues. It's not that he doesn't care about her college credentials. It's more that he doesn't really understand the significance of it. Truthfully, he doesn't even know where the Amarosian College of Arts is, and it's in his own country. He knows that there's a lot of emphasis placed on college in high school, but most of his memories of all that consist of long bouts of intense boredom. Still, he is curious, and he's listening all the while, smirking slightly as Garrot makes that assumption.

"Perhaps. I don't--" Wait. His brow furrows hard, his gaze shifting downwards as he ponders if he's reading that weird little giggle right.

"You asked her about me?" He gestures out at the beach where they'd been arguing a few moments ago. "And that's what she told you to do?"