[Truthfully, it's somewhat surprising that Lif offers an answer at all, though not nearly as surprising as that soft chuckle, something that sounds... familiar. Like he's gotten that exact same laugh from the man before somehow, though he's quite certain he's never heard Lif sound so amused. So then how? Is there truly more to all of this - the fact that he finds himself drawn to Lif, the fact that so much of this feels familiar, even that particular book? It's not something he really wants to consider, but Hubert's not going to be able to continue avoiding it for much longer.

Lif's answer is likewise something he knew, somehow. It isn't a surprise to hear it, despite the fact that it should be, given Hubert had no way of knowing such a thing.]

I wasn't aware of your fondness for tactics.

[Which... is sort of true, in that he hadn't realized it despite this weird sense of deja vu, as though somehow he did actually know this. Even as he says it, Hubert looks unsure, as if that isn't quite the response he wanted - or maybe it isn't the right response at all.

He shakes his head as if to clear it. This isn't getting him anywhere.]

Will it suitably occupy you until you're free to return to the battlefield?

[...which is probably the most stunted way he could have put that, but alright.]