Crystal was pointing excitedly at the ale. "Ooh, while you're up there - mind pouring me a cup of the winter ale?" Sure, he could get up himself but he literally just sat down. Pleading eyes looking up to the Moros, promising nothing short but eternal gratitude.
He watched Aurora set the rest up and leaned back. Did she really forget how small-talk went? Start with some bullshit and see where the conversation leads - at least that's what had served him well in the past. "Let's see. What was the last thing - a song, a chance encounter, an image - that truly moved you?" This wasn't small-talk 101 anymore but he found that asking specific questions lead to the more interesting stories. "I'll go first: a few days ago I was taking a walk through the streets of Sacramento," which really meant scrolling through his phone while laying in bad curating one bitch of a hangover "and I saw this old lady, a true looker. You know, at least 70 years old a dignified air around her wearing a pretty coat with matching hat - nothing expensive, but you could tell she cared for her appearance. Anyway, she just stood at the corner, the light hit her just right and although there was nothing special about her, I just thought that she really beautiful, you know?" They most likely couldn't tell that he was describing some online sob-story shit and was filling in the details as he went. His face at least didn't betray him - he was basically reliving that day. Why would he lie about something like that anyway? Now he waited for Corn's or Aurora's story or really any kind of conversational flow.
This was fun!