"Believe me, it's better than I could do," she points out. And if the way she's eating is any evidence, she likes it just fine.

Besides, if she were rude to a host who is clearly trying his best, her long-past etiquette teachers would somehow know, hunt her down, and force her to practice small talk over bone china tea cups.

But she's a little distracted, thinking about his description of the flat in Bucharest. "I think it's good that you decided to have a few things just...because."

He's re-learning how to be a person; having a space of his own and having opinions about what to have in that space is definitely part of it. "And it was probably nice to stay in one spot for a while."

She shakes her head, rueful. "Sorry we showed up and ruined everything."

She's going to be feeling guilty about her role in all of that for a long time to come, she knows.