Her eyes followed him til he sat down across from her at the table. She had to admit he looked good with that smirk and body posture of his. She couldn't fathom a single idea as to why she liked looking at him, but she knew without a doubt that he was artbrush worthy. She propped her elbow up on the tabletop and leaned her chin int her palm while her other hand laid across the back of the picture frame.<br/><br/>"Yea I have heard of the place. It supplies just about everything a human could want or need."<br/><br/>Rather suprised that his son was the one running the place, though to be honest, she didn't bother to keep up too much with things that didn't take plce on her farm, or to her. Her head tilted to the side as she stared at him smiling as he got huffy about the way she had sterotyped him in a group.<br/><br/>"Mm.. that may be hard to do, but I will try my best to stop judging you IF you try to stop peeking at my two peice, until I decide to show ya. Deal?"<br/><br/>Though that deal didn't clude any of the other pictures she had throughout the house, it was just the main one which revealed too much skin to a stranger still. She liwered her hand from the table as she seemed to get a little serious, she hated to ask but she really wanted to know.<br/><br/>"How did your wife die?"<br/><br/>It was perhaps a sore subject for him but he already knew pretty much her whole family was killed by a green poke a dotted monster.  After a few minutes she pushed away from the top, leaving the picture behind, going to the stove to maybe distract him from her noisey question about his wife.<br/><br/>"Are you hungry at all or would you rather rest?"<br/><br/>She didn't like this feeling of newness at trying to make her guest feel at home. Pepper had been alone for too long it was hard to open her home to anyone that wasn't Sam or herself. She leaned back against her counter and bit into her lower lip honestly trying to figure out what she should be doing or rather trying to figure out how to be a good host for him.