Introducing herself as Jane Dyason, Oskar nodded and smiled at her in recognition of her name.  She didn’t offer her hand for a handshake, but then, neither did he.  He was always unsure of that long-time custom, but she didn’t seem fazed by it one way or another, so all was good.<br/><br/>As soon as her breakfast was delivered, she attacked it with an exuberance and appetite usually seen in ravenous lumberjacks.  Unlike those burly loggers, however, she ate with refinement and neatness, with nary a spill or mess.  There was a childlike quality to how she ate her food, as if tasting pancakes for the very first time.  Though, clearly, she was no child and he found her attractiveness a distraction, occasionally losing focus on his waffles.<br/><br/>Oskar’s brown eyes widened with wonder and amazement at what she did soon after.  From a small pouch, Jane produced a trio of large, gold coins and promptly placed them on the table between them.  He wasn’t 100% positive, but it was obvious this was the manner in how she wished to pay for her breakfast.  Quickly stacking the coins, he returned them to her, hiding them from view with his hand.  With just a look, he urged her to return them to her pouch.<br/><br/>“That won’t be necessary, Jane,” he said.  “With the kind of treatment you received from Macy and Grace, I’ll be more than happy to pay for both of our meals.”  He chuckled for only her to hear, and then continued, “Besides, I don’t believe they’d know what to make of those coins of yours.  I’ve never seen its like before, so I’m sure that’s your form of currency wherever it is you call home.”  He watched as she reluctantly returned the gold from whence they came.  Oskar couldn’t even fathom what they might be worth.  He smiled at her as if to say everything was all right.<br/><br/>She opened her mouth to say something, thought better of it, and quickly shut it.  He was troubled somewhat when her gaze left his eyes, falling upon the table instead.  Did he upset her?  Offend her somehow?  Her countenance revealed no trace of anger of any kind, but still, he needed to be sure.  “It’s okay, Jane,” he soothed.  “Meals here aren’t that costly.  I mean, Grace serves up some killer food, but no way is it worth three of your gold coins.”  Oskar chuckled again at the thought.  Had she heard his comment, Grace would have most definitely bopped him on the head.<br/><br/>To shift things a bit, he thought to put the onus on her for a change.  Perhaps she wished to speak of herself for a spell.  “So tell me, Jane, where are you from?  Because I know you’re definitely not from around here.”  He smiled easily at her, hoping to put her at ease.