He smiled as he took the seat she gestured to, "Very nice to meet you Vera, my name is Valaesin," he replied, doing his best not to smirk at her asking the same question twice.  Maybe he looked better in a beard than he had given himself credit for... "Warm and comforting is nice when back home is cold and wet.  Not that I've been there in a while, traveling for work is nice, but often times having your own bed is nice."  Finishing off his tea, he called a waitress over and politely asked for what she was having.    "So what do you do for a living?" he asked, leaning on his elbow - his grandmother would be so angry at them being on the table - and looking genuinely interested in the conversation.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">OOC: My college sweetheart was named Vera, in all honesty.  That's a long, good, but sad ending of a story.</div></div>