"...Yes." He could tell that was on purpose, but he let it slide.
Despite his manners, he rested his forearms on the table, leaning forward a little, watching her as she explained with a nod. "That explains the accent." It didn't bother him, like it might bother some.
It was his turn to shrug. "I'm shockingly not picky, so long as it's cheap. That 50 dollar starter isn't really much." He admitted, he'd be hitting the streets to look for a job tomorrow. "Whatever you order will be fine by me." He probably shouldn't trust her with it, but eh. New world, who cares?
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Despite his manners, he rested his forearms on the table, leaning forward a little, watching her as she explained with a nod. "That explains the accent." It didn't bother him, like it might bother some.
It was his turn to shrug. "I'm shockingly not picky, so long as it's cheap. That 50 dollar starter isn't really much." He admitted, he'd be hitting the streets to look for a job tomorrow. "Whatever you order will be fine by me." He probably shouldn't trust her with it, but eh. New world, who cares?