"Routine, Ma'am?" As in... what he did before he got to work? There was no routine. He supposed he did the same things, but rarely in the same order, whatever it was that needed to come first before work.

Noah had always just sort of thrived on chaos, there was no rhyme nor reason and it suited him in most respects. He'd gotten through Hogwarts alright, was on time for work most of the time. He could work on it.