Hugh found himself looking in another direction, feigning gullibility, to hear a signature giggling every time he turned his head, only to look back to his place and notice something missing. The ritual brought a smile to his face, as he would look down to the culprit, devouring her spoils greedily. 

After awhile of this, and Hugh losing food, the little one was satisfied, and set herself to making faces towards Hugh. He would do his best face attempts back at her, usually ending up looking very much the same.

This activity ceased when Sana rejoined them, setting one of Hugh's bags down next to him on the table, and posing several questions to the little one. Hugh mostly smiled and nodded, before he got a tender kiss from his beloved, letting his eyes close at breathing her in just a little. He sighed as the kiss was broken, a small smile breaking across his face.

He looked to his bag, after Sana had spoke of it containing his pipe and tobacco. He smiled towards her, as she disappeared, the little one in tow. Hugh snatched a light from a lamp hanging from a pillar using a long stick with a burned out tip, before the nun began to introduce herself to him. 

Before he took the hand she offered, he lit his pipe with the tobacco crushed in it. With the pipe clenched between his teeth at the corner of his mouth, he smiled took her hand, then clapping his other hand on the back of her hand to make a two handed hand shake, and giving her a tender squeeze with his hands. "Yes, Hugh. Charmed to make your acquaintance. I did wonder whom it was that healed my wounds twice." He said with a smile, and a shake of her hand. After that, he released her hand, and seated himself at the table. He lifted one hand to the pipe and began puffing away, enjoying the pleasant smoke from the leaf.