"Well I do try," he replied cheerfully, looking really quite proud at the compliment "there's just so much to learn, it seems rather silly to let even the tiniest scrap of knowledge pass me by, and particularly here in Tintagel, there's all this collected wisdom from so many places and so many ages that it would be ridiculous not to take advantage of it all." He felt particularly strongly about that, which was why he just didn't understand any students in his classes that didn't want to learn. How could you not want to? The world was such a fascinating place.
Gandalf nodded. He'd often thought such thoughts himself. They were in a unique position, one wherein the knowledge of several worlds could meet in one location. To not take advantage of that was folly. Gandalf had set forth to do so as best he could, focusing his attentions more upon gathering information of use to the students than anything else. Nonetheless, he couldn't agree more with his fellow professor.
It was also interesting for the wizard to note how Bedivere had reacted to the comment regarding swordsmanship. The wizard tucked that information away, already noticing that his fellow man preferred his books to his blade, and considered the latter more a duty, if Gandalf's guess was correct.
"I've contacted help," said Gandalf, raising his phone. He squeezed it just so, and the weapon became the staff, "but I intend to present them a little bit more trimmed of an area than this. If you could kindly keep the plant from dragging me further, I believe I can put together a pleasant surprise for our floral aggressor..."
He was already gathering energies, having finally decided that it was time to take that magical chance.