My people find being invited to eat outside horribly offensive, but I won't hold that against you.

[His voice is teasing as he carefully takes one of the chairs. Today is the first day he's ever felt old in his entire life, or how he figures it feels to be old - joints and bones and everything aching with every move.

After a moment he fills his cup from his bottle and takes the glass in hand, leaning back in his seat.]

It shouldn't feel this good to sit.

[The teasing is gone, now, his voice distant with edged subharmonics.]