[b]"Well, that's lucky of us. C'mon sis, let's grab a seat."[/b] he said, leading Archer over to a nearby table, smelling the breakfast, he couldn't help but have a loud growl escape his stomach. Turning to Archer once they were seated, he said: [b]"Well...that's a bit much just for breakfast. For now we'll make do with what we can, and maybe I'll get some groceries later. For now, we need somewhere to stay. And I don't want you getting drunk. Not when we're going to be in danger from the others.[/b]

Humming, he looked around the place with his one eye, smiling slightly. [b]"This place feels very...home-y. You've done a remarkable job with the interior, Ma'am."[/b] he said, his linguistics going from German to Dutch somewhere near the home-y part. He didn't really know how to translate slang into anything else, so it must have sounded odd.