[@Almalthia]
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[h3]Api meets Lily[/h3][hr][/center]

Api listened to Lily talk and couldn’t help but get the feeling he was only part of the conversation; she reminded him of Vessi a friend back home who was shy after being sheltered by her family. He considered telling her he’d had Hafragrautur (A course oatmeal) this morning about 5 but he could tell she was trying to be friendly so her smiled and said 

[color=Gold]”I’ve never had an omelet before, breakfast at my mother’s table was a simple affair.”[/color] he paused to chuckle at the thought of how most Americans would see the way people ate where he was from then remembered she’d asked his name.

[color=gold]”I am Gunnar Grimsson but my friends call me Api, I am Icelander”[/color]

Then with his usual slight smirk a facial trait he always wore when trying to understand others took a sip of his tea neat. 

It was a lovely blend and reminded his of a school trip to England though he preferred extra strong coffee his mom made which an English officer visiting described as needing to be stirred with a concrete trowel. 

As he studied Lily he wondered when she’d tire of his company then banished such thoughts because it was first counterproductive and second she might be able to read minds the later thought making him think in poetic verse describing her as he saw her now.