[ Nicolas cares about fish that have been fried and that would be about it, unfortunately. Instead of asking, he'll settle into listening to Will after finding a spot against the counter to lean. He nods, filing away the information bit by bit. For the most part, none of this should be a problem, but--

On one point, he does grimace at asking about it, but it can't be helped. ]

It does, only, the curfew. My job does not keep regular hours and as I have not been dismissed... [ Surprisingly, to him. ] Am I allowed to continue working? Or do I take a leave for the next two months?