Vincent listened raptly to the interweaving conversations, in the hope that at some point he would catch onto the knack that enabled some people to flitter in and out of exchanges with perfect ease. In general, he was the man to remain in the background and just listen.
Not that that was a particularly bad thing. Not at all.
But knowing how to communicate without appearing to be a Grade A Dumbass would be pleasant as well.
The mention of a coat from Terri Nutkins made Vincent look down at his own dark grey duffel coat. With its warm material and deep pockets, it was his favoured coat. Always had been, in fact. Not that he could help it; these days it was the Wizened's only coat.
"Well ahh... Being able to make clothes is a good skill to ahh, to have. I never really picked up the skill," a sudden and quick smile passed across his friendly features. "Tried to ahh, tried to stich up my trousers once. Somehow managed to attach my socks to the hem by the end of it."
Vincent hesitated, the smile fading somewhat as he belatedly wondered whether or not it was the sort of story one was supposed to share with people one barely knew.
"It's ahh, heh... Maybe you ahh, maybe you had to be there," he added as an afterthought.