[William has seen that reaction before. Back home the majority of those in Vega were asylum seekers, those looking for a safe haven from whatever they had left behind. Most of those did not have happy stories to tell and over the course of time, comfort and talks William is pretty sure he can recognize when someone does not want something. It's probably why he's not even surprised or offended when he gets the briefest of handshakes, just keeping the smile on his face as he glances over at Derby.]

I'm sure he is dog friendly. The last dog he saw, Zad just rolled over and demanded tummy rubs. I'll keep hold of him just in case. [The look William gives the dog is one that promises all the scritches and tummy rubs once his lion is sleeping in the corner. He likes dogs a lot, but that one time he'd asked his father for one....well, William knows he may as well have just gone and crapped on the persian rug himself.

The principate snaps himself back to present. Right, he needs to be socializing not woolgathering. Considering the apron, William knows he should change the subject to one that will probably be something Ned can get along with.] This place looks really good. I've never been here before though, what kind of things do you have on the menu?