**Route 28**<br/><br/>"Nice to meet you, Samuel." If he recognized the other man, then it certainly didn't show.  Of course, his line of work saw him occasionally working with relatively well-known people; not only was it professional courtesy not to indulge in fanboyism, but the man himself wasn't prone to such feelings.<br/><br/>The offered hand would be lightly shaken<br/><br/>"Honestly, I'm just traveling. From Johto, out to... well, wherever the wind takes me."  Elusive. Aloof. These are some of the words that are used to describe Alphonse, and for good reason.<br/><br/>Up closer, Samuel might catch a glimpse of the scar along his throat, a sure sign that the man who bore it must have suffered some sort of calamity, and must possess quite a bit of luck... or, perhaps, as the saying goes, the devil looks after his own. He might also see the gloves with Scyther claws on them, as some of the things just hanging around in his small hand cart.<br/><br/>"I have a spare bowl, if you'd like some stew. Got a few bottles of water, and some herbal mixtures, if you're thirsty."  Alphonse had no real problem extending such a  courtesy to the older man, his motivation, at least for now, being to keep him around and in good spirits to pick his brain about the area he'd be heading into.<br/><br/>Up close, and looking at the stew, Samuel would notice that their is mostly small pieces of onion in it. Their's also a few small cubes of potato, and small chunks of rough looking meat, which was probably jerky before it went soaking in the stew for who knows how many hours. A few green, leafy bits are probably fresh herbs, for flavor. It was somewhat thick, probably thickened with a bit of flour or starch of some sort.