<br/>Stepping forward for a second to grab the menu and then sitting back down with his hot cocoa, Benjamin took the menu and looked at it as she spoke. His eyes went to her and it, "So its what is on the menu and whatever you feel like doing? I wish I had that sort of freedom as a woodworker. Well I would if I owned my own business. But as of now I work for my father. Sorry, its all boring probably to you. Making chairs isn't quite like making fancy cakes or anything of the like," he blushed, taking a sip of his drink. It was really getting hard not to ramble.