The trouble is, once again, Freddie doesn't know what he wants. He'd been into art back in secondary, enough that Sir had encouraged him into architecture. Which hadn't panned out, obviously. But even at uni, he'd liked some of his courses. Art history and drawing. He's never done photography, but there's something appealing in that as well.

"You're in school for it, aren't you?" he asks because he's fairly sure he remembers that. "What d'you want to take?"