"Libby," he echoes, committing that name to memory.  Now he just needs a face and he could 'watch out' for any explosive surprises.  They enter the kitchen in which another dark haired woman greets them.  "You're not Libby are you?"  He asks, reaching out to take one of the delicious treats from the plate.  Beignets are one of the few fond memories he has of his parents, his mother teaching him how to make them in the kitchen and him sneezing, sending powdered sugar everywhere.<br/><br/>"Yea, I'm Rivers," he says around a bite, a puff of powdered sugar going into the air.  "Sorry, these are amazing!"  He does find a nearby napkin and wipes at his lips.  He did have some manners, even if he didn't always show it.  Before this conversation can progress a blond man walks into the kitchen.  Rivers almost wouldn't have noticed him if it hadn't been for the pale hand reaching for one of the delicious pastries as well.<br/><br/>They kind of stare at each other for a moment and Rivers isn't sure what to do with the quiet.<i>Quick!  Put on a show so they like you!  </i>Before he can create a disaster with powdered sugar and coffee, the man introduces himself.  "Christopher," he says, holding out his hands.<i>Stupid! His hands are full!   </i>He quickly draws back and grabs another pastry.  Taking a large bite, he realizes he didn't introduce himself yet.<br/><br/>"Rivers," he smiles sheepishly, the words muffled by pastry.