[He laughs to himself, popping another nut into his mouth. A bean. Of course. He's well aware man loves naming things contrary to their true nature, as if the confusion itself is the point.

Considering he has now seen the place she lived in once, he's far less surprised to hear that she had all the meat in the world. No roadside camps where her companion would hunt a rabbit or a squirrel, if he could find one. Mostly rabbit. Birds, sometimes; wild chickens, or ones purchased from market. Not the sort of woman, he suspects, who has ever eaten half-chewed bread from the floor.

At least a lack of food isn't the only problem most people have. Only a large one.

It's a topic he doesn't really want to bring up, so he doesn't. He only listens, leaning over to her when she holds out a, ah. A square. Rectangle, to be exact. He's not sure what he's looking at, but there are things on it.]

Ah! Some sort of symbol-based language to emphasize tone when words cannot suffice. That's fascinating, actually. [He's going to simply accept this, because a glowing rectangle that displays words versus, you know, a hand-written book, is a lot to take in. It's magic. No less than the picture of her city full of lights and the tallest structures he's ever seen.

He frowns, looking over them. Rubbing his chin and the shadow of stubble there.

Attempting to read it.

It's... going...]

I have no fucking idea what this says. Oh, wait, this one, that's a cocktail glass, isn't it? "Maybe cocktails, then...?" Is this some sort of code?

[Look, he's trying. He's beyond boomer.]