He sinks his face into his hands again, but this time he's laughing, quiet and weary and a mere few shades away from hysterical. "Of course," he says, huffing a ragged breath of a laugh over a smile absolutely devoid of mirth. The universe - in a suspicion he's long held which is rapidly growing into a certainty - has a remarkably unpleasant sense of humour. Getting exactly what you would have said you wanted in absolutely the worst way possible seems like just the sort of thing Garion's friend would find funny.

"Did you have anything in particular in mind?" he asks with a whimsical sort of edge. "I'm sure we can come up with something suitably ostentatious and tasteless." If not else at least it's easy enough to find a kind of gallows humour in the situation. It would be funny if it was happening to someone else.