[ well, if this isn't a thorough tea making operation going on here, he doesn't know what is. it's reassuring to see the priorities of the English here haven't gone askew - even if it's also fairly funny to find that even here, presumable light years away from swallowed homes, England's old inhabitants are keeping their own stereotypes alive. ]

Oh. Claire, yeah, we know one another. [ now that he thinks about it, that's an apt match. the rooming system here seems to have been oddly on the nose in some roundabout ways. ]

No, not a problem. Especially not if you're feeding me. [ free cheese and pickle sandwiches? doesn't mind if he does. helping himself to one, he's got his mouth full when another question comes in, one that catches him at what hadn't exactly been purposefully sneaky but is still slightly snoopy behaviour for a new houseguest (perhaps not the best way to cover up earlier awkwardness, peering around your host's home) and just like that he's caught between swallowing a barely chewed chunk of sandwich or chewing a rapid chew. he opts for somewhere in the middle, sentence hitching straight onto the end of his swallow— ] Just that yours is a hell of a lot tidier than mine. I've got an infestation of ducks, as it happens.

[ as you... do ]