The warmth, however moderate, is a welcome change from the frigid temperatures of the snow outside. With some hesitation, he picks up a simple bun, something that looks like it'd be a tad heartier than bread but also isn't particularly fancy or decadent. A non-threatening, run-of-the-mill bun. That will suit him fine.

"Have you always lived in Northcliff?" He asks. He really ought to be better at small-talk, he's heard enough of it. He's just...a better listener than a speaker.