"Look, I'd have been okay with the Bright Order. Or the Golds or the Greys. But I dreamed of the stars at night and I could feel a change in the weather coming three days off, so I ended up stuck with, well..."
"The Celestials," you say, nodding in understanding.
"Stargazers and fortune-tellers."
You nod again, thoughtfully. "Just as the Greys are diplomats, and generally work completely unseen."
"Right," he says, and then frowns.
"And the Brights are unthinking fire dispensers instead of aspiring mechanics, the Amethysts are ascetics, and the Golds are cold and analytical and definitely don't take up punching and puppy rearing as hobbies..."
He sighs. "Okay, point made."
"And I'm going to keep making it," you say, prodding him with your wooden sparring blade.