Even from afar Patrick had been able to hear just a little of their conversation, and believe it or not he felt a good sense of amusement over their simple pleasure. If travel rations were as bad as they sounded, then he felt glad he might not have to worry about eating such a luxury so soon. Travel plans were something of an unknown quantity within the household, since everyone seemed quite rooted with the business at least. Nevertheless Patrick had an obligation to uphold right now, thus when he approached the two he chuckled at the warm welcome.
Quite frankly he'd missed the brief banter on the Avilae's ideals on hospitality, but of course it was a conversation the three would surely have soon enough. Actually it felt like Patrick had a lot of things to discuss with the both of them, otherwise his own mother would hassle him later if he didn't at least try. As their official proprietor he'd be in charge of all their arrangements, which meant their care and comfort fell upon his shoulders before the rest. If he couldn't even uphold those simple standards, then he simply wasn't an Antinoran at heart. Family and duty were above all important aspects to every household in Atinaw, which was also probably why he felt so reluctant to shoulder such responsibility.
Yet he could only risk messing something up by trying first, which is why he chuckled once Aoren grabbed his own plate. Were they always this eager to welcome a stranger in their midst? For a couple of outlanders they certainly seemed to trust him well enough, which he took to note mentally as he accepted the seat they provided him. They also called him "sama" after saying his name, a terminology he had never heard of before. Which meant it had to maintain cultural significance up in the north, and was yet another thing he committed to memory now that he'd joined them.
At the praise over the meal he smiled a little wider and respectively bowed his head a bit. Connor was always somewhat proud in his cooking skills, which is why he favored the kitchen more so than the bar. There were often times of course when he wanted to try new things or change something, and of course their father always showed absolute reluctance in that regard. It must have stemmed from the mindset the older man possessed, he did after all come up with his own recipe for success by starting this hectic business. But that was neither here nor there, for Patrick's current focus was the two intriguing outlanders sharing their table. Silence had briefly followed as he'd taken a bite of his own patties, a similar groan heard from him when the blended flavor of seasoned meat travelled across his tongue.
Visibly he seemed a little more relaxed now that he felt a little more associated with them. But of course there still lingered the uncertain mystery, which would be addressed soon after he imbibed a little bit of ale. Of course Patrick made sure to show gratitude to them, especially since Aoren went through the trouble of getting a pitcher. It was when Talon brought up the inn that suddenly Patrick remembered, and once more felt a little tense about the current situation on hand. "Yeah actually, Elinora was the lady you saw earlier? That's our mother," He remarked with a bold look cast her way, "she's inquisitive but knows how to relate to the public better. Albert's our father who actually established the business, you might've seen him wandering back into his office." While he spoke Patrick started to poke his food a little with the fork, his mind clearly more focused on the discussion rather than the meal.
"Dominek's the oldest out of all of us, and Connor's the youngest; who's also the one that cooks all the meals around here." He remarked with a cheeky grin, hopeful that the two might regard that for later. Every one of his family members likely drooled at the chance to be here now, but for whatever reason Patrick felt at complete odds over the situation. He thought it because of his obligation at first, but deep down something otherwise indicated his hidden apprehension. Which had been odd because in this business, dealing with strangers was a routine practiced daily. So why? Was it because these two were such an enigma? Was he really that afraid of the unknown now?
"We were actually born into the business come honestly." He followed up with the answer to Talon's second question. "This bar is and always has been our lives, so you can imagine why we're all excited about a couple outlanders." The Atinorin remarked casually as he sipped from his mug of ale. It was then he made it his turn to investigate the new arrivals, since they were the ones to break the ice and ask questions. But of course there were such a burning number of questions listed in his mind, most of them ones he knew his mother would ask later. Patience was a key virtue of course, and if Patrick wanted to make their stay a success; then he needed to enjoy the company as well as entertain them.
"Speaking of which you... called me something earlier. 'Sama' I think it was?" He checked a little curiously, hopeful the name sounded accurate even in his Atinorin accent. "I'd imagine it's the same term 'Ser' we use here, but I'd like to know a bit more about where it is you're from." He posed the question in a mildly humbled tone, cautious as to avoid eagerness in asking such a question. There was so much about the north that everyone here could learn about, and it was obvious that it fell on one man to wriggle as many answers as he could from the two.
Quite frankly he'd missed the brief banter on the Avilae's ideals on hospitality, but of course it was a conversation the three would surely have soon enough. Actually it felt like Patrick had a lot of things to discuss with the both of them, otherwise his own mother would hassle him later if he didn't at least try. As their official proprietor he'd be in charge of all their arrangements, which meant their care and comfort fell upon his shoulders before the rest. If he couldn't even uphold those simple standards, then he simply wasn't an Antinoran at heart. Family and duty were above all important aspects to every household in Atinaw, which was also probably why he felt so reluctant to shoulder such responsibility.
Yet he could only risk messing something up by trying first, which is why he chuckled once Aoren grabbed his own plate. Were they always this eager to welcome a stranger in their midst? For a couple of outlanders they certainly seemed to trust him well enough, which he took to note mentally as he accepted the seat they provided him. They also called him "sama" after saying his name, a terminology he had never heard of before. Which meant it had to maintain cultural significance up in the north, and was yet another thing he committed to memory now that he'd joined them.
At the praise over the meal he smiled a little wider and respectively bowed his head a bit. Connor was always somewhat proud in his cooking skills, which is why he favored the kitchen more so than the bar. There were often times of course when he wanted to try new things or change something, and of course their father always showed absolute reluctance in that regard. It must have stemmed from the mindset the older man possessed, he did after all come up with his own recipe for success by starting this hectic business. But that was neither here nor there, for Patrick's current focus was the two intriguing outlanders sharing their table. Silence had briefly followed as he'd taken a bite of his own patties, a similar groan heard from him when the blended flavor of seasoned meat travelled across his tongue.
Visibly he seemed a little more relaxed now that he felt a little more associated with them. But of course there still lingered the uncertain mystery, which would be addressed soon after he imbibed a little bit of ale. Of course Patrick made sure to show gratitude to them, especially since Aoren went through the trouble of getting a pitcher. It was when Talon brought up the inn that suddenly Patrick remembered, and once more felt a little tense about the current situation on hand. "Yeah actually, Elinora was the lady you saw earlier? That's our mother," He remarked with a bold look cast her way, "she's inquisitive but knows how to relate to the public better. Albert's our father who actually established the business, you might've seen him wandering back into his office." While he spoke Patrick started to poke his food a little with the fork, his mind clearly more focused on the discussion rather than the meal.
"Dominek's the oldest out of all of us, and Connor's the youngest; who's also the one that cooks all the meals around here." He remarked with a cheeky grin, hopeful that the two might regard that for later. Every one of his family members likely drooled at the chance to be here now, but for whatever reason Patrick felt at complete odds over the situation. He thought it because of his obligation at first, but deep down something otherwise indicated his hidden apprehension. Which had been odd because in this business, dealing with strangers was a routine practiced daily. So why? Was it because these two were such an enigma? Was he really that afraid of the unknown now?
"We were actually born into the business come honestly." He followed up with the answer to Talon's second question. "This bar is and always has been our lives, so you can imagine why we're all excited about a couple outlanders." The Atinorin remarked casually as he sipped from his mug of ale. It was then he made it his turn to investigate the new arrivals, since they were the ones to break the ice and ask questions. But of course there were such a burning number of questions listed in his mind, most of them ones he knew his mother would ask later. Patience was a key virtue of course, and if Patrick wanted to make their stay a success; then he needed to enjoy the company as well as entertain them.
"Speaking of which you... called me something earlier. 'Sama' I think it was?" He checked a little curiously, hopeful the name sounded accurate even in his Atinorin accent. "I'd imagine it's the same term 'Ser' we use here, but I'd like to know a bit more about where it is you're from." He posed the question in a mildly humbled tone, cautious as to avoid eagerness in asking such a question. There was so much about the north that everyone here could learn about, and it was obvious that it fell on one man to wriggle as many answers as he could from the two.
