My Land, My Rules

"Impossible," said Gladio, returning the nudge and the grin, of course. "I'm not as good at anything as I am good at fighting."

Which was not a disparaging mark against his other abilities in the slightest so much as an appeal for just how really freaking good he was at fighting.

"And don't be nervous," he said. "It's nothing to be nervous about. Just an excuse for people to socialize, pull out some nice clothes, and probably drink a whole lot, too. You'll be fine."