"We do," he replies cheerfully. "I'm not sure why we do that but don't say 'bless you' when someone sneezes but there you go."
Imparting cultural trivia, yes, that also feels familiar. Ambrose lets the particulars drift in the ebb and flow of what he does and does not remember as he drapes his scarf and checks the map.
"Cider's a step up from what I guess was turkey stock, so I won't complain. Tea Tree it is."
And there he'll be, either eyeing the menu with dubious fascination or anxiously/eagerly watching the door, or caught between the two. He looks the same but different: similar build, different carriage, clothes a bit more modern and subdued save for the clearly subcontinental scarf, the same age but grayer but less careworn. All superficial, of course, but little clues just the same.
SOMEBODY'S got to do it, yo
Imparting cultural trivia, yes, that also feels familiar. Ambrose lets the particulars drift in the ebb and flow of what he does and does not remember as he drapes his scarf and checks the map.
"Cider's a step up from what I guess was turkey stock, so I won't complain. Tea Tree it is."
And there he'll be, either eyeing the menu with dubious fascination or anxiously/eagerly watching the door, or caught between the two. He looks the same but different: similar build, different carriage, clothes a bit more modern and subdued save for the clearly subcontinental scarf, the same age but grayer but less careworn. All superficial, of course, but little clues just the same.