He looks at her. "You are welcome. My name is Nathaniel. People around these parts call me Nate." he says softly. Listening to her accent. It was a sexy little accent but he was not looking. No he was nursing a broken heart of his own. His wife died a couple of years ago and he still wasn't over it. He nodded his head and lead the way with his little girl on his side.<span style="font-weight: bold">Starla looks at her and waves cutely.</span>He sets his little girl in her chair. Looking at her and smiles. "Pancakes are already ready." he says. Pointing the the large stack of pancakes on a plate in the center of the table. He retrieves a fork and knife set from the kitchen and puts them with a plate in the space in front of Starla. He sits in his own seat and starts eating his pancakes. Looking at her smile. It was a beautiful smile. "Starla isn't much of a talker until she gets to know someone better." He explains as Starla was cutely giggling and smiling yet not saying anything else. The snow outside fell even harder. He blamed himself for that accident. If certain events hadn't happened his wife would still be alive and they would be raising their daughter together. He frowned and started eating to hide his pain that had showed in his expression. He looked at Starla. "Smaller bites and chew sweetie." Watching with a smile as his little angel did as she was told.